Semi Realistic Art Novels & Stories

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Drawing inspiration from nature, he created an air of grandeur in his paintings that was innovative for his time. She had made replicas of many different historical paintings, but out of all the artworks she had done, she always found Dorian's work to be the hardest to replicate. During that period of art, realism wasn't the most celebrated art form. The emphasis was on achieving likeness without being an exact replica. In fact, paintings that featured realistic replicas were considered inferior, while those who were able to add their own flair on top of achieving a certain level of resemblance were considered masterpieces. Holly believed that Dorian's works were all masterpieces. He was alw

I can hear his voice in my head, loud and insistent. I grit my teeth and will myself to remain in this moment. “That’s not an objective assessment,” I say tightly. “No,” she agrees easily. “It’s not. But Art isn’t objective.” I don’t want to argue but she’s wrong. There are rules. Structure, balance, technique. Those are objective. Those are what matter. She taps the edge of my paper lightly. “You draw what you see. Exactly as it is. You replicate reality flawlessly.” “That’s the point.”

His smile was charming and I wished I could see the face behind the mask but before I could thank him, he had walked away. "Camille," Remi grabbed my hand. "You okay?" He asked. I nodded in response but found myself staring at the man who had helped me from embarrassing myself in front of everyone. "Who is he?" "Probably one of those that had come for the exhibition. Let's go," Remi grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him. The next art he showed was photorealism. There were two works exhibited. One was a man who was smoking while the second was of a girl swimming It's looked so real that I thought they were there. "This is amazing!" I commented.

Why was this so realistic? I appraised the artist who had such a vivid imagination that he created these that could almost classify as real. The pained and agonized look in their eyes pulled at my heart and I couldn't help grazing my fingers across their faces. Feeling the rough exterior of the cement structure as the moss clung to my hand as I pulled away.

“Wow, you painted this? It looks so real, ``she exclaimed in amazement. I specialised in realistic artwork, so the woman on my Canva staring back at us with her face that looked like it was shattered glass looked so real that it could be mistaken for a photograph. “This has to be my best work yet. I am also amazed at how well it came out. I think I should thank the atmosphere of the studio,” I told her. I still don’t know why I painted this. It was so fascinating and held so many messages that I could not yet interpret. I could have seen an image of something similar before, and my brain couldn’t exactly remember, but it looked really good, and I was proud of myself. “I didn’t know you were

I asked, curious to know what he thought. A few days later, I was done with my two version of Hayden sketches. One realistic and the other one making him look slightly more like an angel that had fallen straight out of heaven. The best part that I liked about the two works was that you could still tell in both versions that it was Hayden. I turned to stare at Hayden’s face as he came to stand closer to the sketches. His blue eyes looked closely at the two sketches in turn. “I like the realistic one because we live in a realistic world. It might be hard or imperfect but that is what reality is. I’ll always prefer reality even if it isn’t as pretty,” Hayden replied with his reasoning after a m

The woman in the picture was looking up at her man with a gaze of pure lust. “Holy shit,” I said. “Those are incredible!” “I guess you can tell I’m going to school as a fine arts major,” Tina said. “But I learned real quick that I couldn’t turn these drawings in to my professors without having to fend off their advances for the whole semester. So there I draw nature and classic nudes, but this is what I love to draw more than anything.” “They look so realistic,” Carrie said. “You have a real talent for this. That woman looks like she’s a photograph as opposed to art.”

"Now, before we start today's topic. I want to ask a question. For you, Is Art an imitation of reality or not ?" Students started to murmur. Some gave their attention to the non-existent notes while some pretended to think. "Yes, Mr. Hastings." A boy with spectacles stood up. His body was muscular covered under a thin white t-shirt. He wore plain blue jeans. His crop buzzed strawberry blonde hairs made him look like a cute nerd. "I don't believe art can be reality. It's just a way for an artist to pour his imagination on a white canvas. Isn't that what we all appreciate? The more creative imagination is, the more beautiful the art would be."

I noted some nude portraits as well of mostly women. Cillian's style was magnificent, it was unlike anything I'd ever seen and the man captured nature into his canvas like it was a real world he formed with his own hands, an existence that lived far beyond what our minds could comprehend. Even through the thin plastic wraps I could see what he did with colors...and it was simply unreal. Then I saw the recent ones. Ten to fifteen canvases that stood outside boxes, without covering and all similar yet so different. Blue eyes. My eyes, rendered in hyperrealistic detail that made the breath catch in my throat, some were brown with the blues beneath highlighted more, glowing as though something l