Rainbow High Artwork 소설 & 이야기

I got this hunch that he'd become aware of my gaze and was about to return it, so I looked away immediately. "Are you aware that the rainbow is just an illusion?" He asked turning to me, with that cute smile still playing on his lips. "Huh?" "The rainbow," he repeated, pointing towards it "it's an illusion cast on the sky due to the reflection of light" "Really" I said. He scoffed and silence reigned once again. I figured it was now time to part ways before he begins to grow on me. "I'm about to go in now," I said reluctantly "Which hospital building do you stay?" I grabbed the arms of his wheelchair.

His question takes me by surprise, but I don't hesitate to answer. “This one time when my mother and I were at an art exhibition, we were discussing the beauty of a particular piece of art. It was a mother and a daughter drawing an incomplete rainbow.” I say as tears trickle down my cheek, “That night, we bought the painting, unframed it, and completed the rainbow, and she promised me that she’d always be there for me.” He sits down on the bed and pulls me close to him. It feels like I’m dreaming, my head feels slightly dizzy.

Henry whispered into her hair. A group of men and ladies smartly dressed in black and white carefully wheeled in a series of paintings, sculptures and other art equipment. They placed them on display where everyone could see them. Eve sat up and when Henry turned to look at her, she had a dropped jaw. "What are you looking at?" She didn't look at him. She directed his gaze to a rainbow painting on display. "You like it?" Eve nodded repeatedly. Her full attention was on the art. "It looks colourful and alive. It's beautiful and almost seems like a real rainbow."

“Complicated. Conflicted. Probably something like lemon meringue, but with a twist. Maybe jalapeño.” “What?” Jesse made a face. “That’s not a twist, that’s a crime.” “Art is pain,” Rain said solemnly. I grinned. “What about me?” Rain tilted his head at me, his expression softening. “You’d be… peach and lavender. Sweet, but stronger than it looks. Like summer after a storm.” There was a pause. “Okay,” Jesse muttered, looking away. “That one was actually kind of nice.” “Ugh, don’t encourage him,” Colby groaned.

Their bodies moved in sync with the music as colored water rained down from the ceiling painting the place, making a chaotic painting. Behind her, Ryder heard Midnight speak. "Shall we join?" Still, in a daze, Ryder nodded. Midnight grabbed her hand and pulled his little shocked Ry to the dance floor. The colored water poured from above, soaking their bodies. It was such a wonderful, colorful rain... seeing it fall on the fair skin of Ryder, Midnight couldn't take his eyes off. As a painter, he fell in love with such a sight. It made him want to embed it in his heart.

Harlow orders, bouncing in her seat. I do as I’m told, feeling the soft brush against my eyelids. “What color are we starting with?” I ask, keeping my voice as neutral as possible. “Blue and purple!” she chirps happily. Of course. “So, like… war paint?” “Like a rainbow warrior!” I peek one eye open, catching my reflection in the mirror. “Princess, I look like I just got punched by a unicorn.” Harlow beams, nodding in approval. “Exactly!”

I want it to be a night to remember, and if that means showcasing the bulge—so be it. I tie the look together with black Doc Martens. Star sprays body glitter all over me before sitting me down to put on my face. Star is a seriously talented makeup artist, and tonight they expertly doll me up with a dewy face and muted, neutral pink lips, letting my eyes become the focal point. Continuing the rainbow theme, they line my eyes with every color of the rainbow, starting with red at the inner corners and ending with violet in a sharp, winged cat-eye. Then, Star mirrors the rainbow colors above, along my eyebrow arches, creating a striking second wing effect. Glitter is liberally dusted all over m

I walked right in, and stood behind an artifact. The room was a vast space of artwork. There were various eye-catching artworks. Soon, my eyes fell on the slender feminine figure painting on a canvas. I could recognize that long red hair from anywhere. Arielle. I watched her like a hawk as she highlighted the colours splattered on the canvas. It was the painting of an eye. A deep blue eye that held an entire ocean within it. A still, blue ocean. Stormy and serene at the same time. It was difficult to interpret.

We spent nights debating art theories and studying the trickiest brushstrokes. "Congratulations, Scarlett. You did it." Levi handed me a glass of champagne and smiled warmly. I took the glass over and clinked it lightly against his before looking up at my painting, a massive oil canvas named "Unbound". On the canvas, a phoenix tore free from iron shackles as its wings of flame cut through the darkness and soared toward freedom. "Ms. Emberlyn's work is extraordinary, Mr. Archer," a renowned critic murmured with genuine awe. With a gentle smile on his lips, Levi turned to me with unconcealed pride and admiration shining in his eyes.

I give Raven an arch look. “I swear, precious, I didn't mean to add to your fame.” I believe him. I move to look at his other piece, “Muse”. It's an elaborate, rich portrait of a red-haired girl with giant, secretive eyes and lush red curls. She is surrounded by hundreds of blue wildflowers. He must have worked nights just to achieve the level of detail in the background. He comes up to me as I'm contemplating it. “Who is she?” I ask, wondering if it's just a model or if there's more there.