Semi Realistic Art Novels & Stories

What would you think if I did the same with another man? Zachary's face contorted in anger. "Lindsey Ford, could you not be so disgusting with your words? "Bianca did it to celebrate her body as a form of art. It was about confidence and breaking free from the chains. She wore that to explore her own body. You wouldn't understand it." He looked at me with disgust before continuing, "I was contributing to art. If you think it's disgusting, it's because you know nothing about its beauty. Not only that, you're just jealous and can't take it when someone else's outstanding."

I lower my head a bit while locking her eyes. "No. Bastian. Forget it. My paintings are mine." "Fine. I'll see them someday." I smirk. "But this..." I hold the pad up and tear off the picture. "Consider this one sold." I pulled out my money clip. "No, Bastian. I can't take your money." She protests. "Nonsense. A good artist should be paid for her art. Is 300 good?" Her eyes went wide. "300? For a sketch?......"

All the equipment for painting filled the room. René deliberately chose the room as his studio. A room that was quite spacious with large glass windows that directly led to views of the city. René adhered to the flow of Realism, a painting style that depicted conditions as they were in everyday life, and the painting looked real without any additions. Of course, the condition of the city that he saw from the window could inspire him. René’s eyes were fixed on a painting by the window. His long legs then moved toward the painting, which was now shaded by the twilight rays. The beautiful color combination of the artificial color in the painting and the natural color of the sunset pleased the e

"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."

A few minutes later, King strolls in and takes his usual seat. “Right, today is debate and discussion. We’re focusing on something called Hyperreality. Who can tell me about it?” I ask and watch them while waiting. “Is it where you’re hyper about reality?” Jessica suggests, and I laugh. “You didn’t read your recommended pages, did you, Jessica?” I ask, and she shakes her head. “Hyperreality is an artificial reality that feels real. It’s all around; nothin’ we see is reality, like Jessica’s lashes,” King jokes, and she glares.