Semi Realistic Art Novels & Stories

Emily said, feigning fascination. “Seriously? I can barely draw stick figures.” Liam said in exasperation. "Well, you better start practising, Liam Fredrick. We don't want stick figure expressions of love." "Are stick figure hearts acceptable?" Liam sighed, running a hand through his hair. Emily snorted. "That depends. Are you aiming for the abstract art approach? Maybe a minimalist representation of your feelings?" Zian asked, raising an eyebrow. "Or you could go for hyperrealism and capture every detail of your undying affection in a portrait. We will leave the artistic interpretation to you." Zahir leaned back, still grinning.

I massaged my chin thoughtfully and replied, “Realistic drawings. There is someone’s portrait I would like to learn how to sketch or paint.” He nodded, understanding my desire. “Realism is one of the hardest styles. I never got a chance to study it deeply because of many things happening in my life right now,” I added, a bit wistfully. “Alright,” he said with a reassuring smile. “We can start with color combinations. The colors, shadows, and highlights bring depth to a realistic painting. It’s a bit critical, but I am sure you can handle it.” I felt a surge of excitement. This was the beginning of a new journey, a chance to capture the essence of someone I admired on canvas. The road ahead m

I muttered, suddenly having an internal dilemma. It was true. Although I loved making art, it wasn’t always rainbows and sunshine. Until now, I still didn’t know what I really wanted to do. I just know I want to continue pursuing this path. On the other hand, Heather’s eyes lit up at the mention of hyperrealism. “Oh, hyperrealism! I’m terrible at that. The details drive me crazy. I don’t have the patience for it.” She turned to me, her smile turning a touch more sincere. “Would you help me with it? I mean, we are going to make a portrait. I would infer that hyperrealism would be the right route to choose.”

I've never met someone so adamant on hearing everything you had to say about something. Looking over to him, he had already been looking down at me. His jaw was clenched but as we made eye contact, his face relaxed. "I like that it's honest," I let out. "I think the fact that the artist chose to use realism in this piece adds to the point they're trying to make about self-pleasure. That it's a real and raw, intimate moment a person chooses to have with themselves as well as

Nagpagawa sa iba o kung anong kahiwagaan. Dumating si Sir Edmund... Magpapa-artwork, kaya lumipat kami sa Art laboratory... kung nasaan naroroon yung mga gamit. Napakalaki ng Art Laboratory. Organize ang mga gamit. Ipinaliwanag ni Sir Edmund ang gagawin... At ang fucos... gagawa ng painting... realism. At dahil realism... kailangan may object. Pumuwesto ako sa isang sulok na kitang-kita kung ano man yung object na yun..na ipapapinta.

Rhett said softly. “I’ll talk to him,” Heath went to the door. Cameron was leaning over the girl’s sketchpad. “She draws differently to Rhett,” he observed looking at the girl’s work with interest. Before Rhett, art hadn’t mattered to Heath, but his mate was a talented artist with a very distinctive style and always working on something, and so Heath had come to appreciate the talent behind it. Aislen’s art was different again. Where Rhett’s art was detail perfect and realistic, Aislen’s sketches were almost deliberately unrealistic whilst still looking like the person it was meant to be and conveyed an emotion or action that told a story far more than Rhett’s artwork.

“Let’s take a tour. I want to see the artworks.” I take his hand and lead him further inside the exhibit. I first stop in front of a vast painting of a teenage girl in a gorgeous pink dress with pastel florals around her. The beautiful scenery isn’t the only thing that amazes me, but the hyperrealism! It looks so real. “Glorious,” I whisper. “Look at her hands,” I say, referring to the little girl. Her fingers are twisting her brown hair. “She looks—” “She looks like you.”

Hmm. "Whatever you say. So… about your paintings, Syd. How do you make them so real? How many hours do you spend painting one? Painting me?" I curiously asked her, and it was her turn to feel uneasy. "Uh, those? I… I see them in my head, and I want to put them out. It's actually called hyperrealism. And I spent about… a couple of hours making one. Three or five or more, while some actually take days. It depends on my mood. And you… I could even close my eyes and draw you." She replied, and I looked at her knowingly.

Though he has stopped monitoring the island every moment… The world that was crazed with digitalization had finally learnt to take a break, to talk, to love, to feel, to unplug but how long this change will last only future can tell…. Authors note: I hope you enjoyed reading Fictitious Reality. It often becomes difficult to distinguish between Fiction and Reality. In such times we should not panic. We should use our wit and reasoning to make the right judgement. Do let me know what you think about this book through COMMENTS and REVIEWS.

She hesitated no longer to pick them again and straightly checked the phone for the time - it was one o'clock in the morning. She looked at the painting, The Via's Masterpiece - It was the same painting that her hallucination brought her inside a while ago. This type of painting is called hyperrealism, the kind of painting that she devoted most of her time to achieve perfection for this art category. She placed the canvas on one side of the wall and positioned herself on the other side of the wall to study her creation from a small distance. The portrait of the young woman placed on grasses and flowers and the background of the two mountains similar in size and a flowing river look lifelike.