Senja Lukisan Novels & Stories

Sela, Leo, and Arin were their guides, their bridge between the old world and the new. Sela worked with those who were drawn to creation. She brought paints and paper, and simply let them make marks. The first drawings were shaky, abstract, full of dark colors and harsh lines. But as the days passed, the lines softened. Colors appeared. One woman painted a recognizable flower. It was a masterpiece.

"Hey, back off, man. We're just enjoying the moment." As they enter the exhibition room, the atmosphere shifts. There are blaring g lights illuminating each piece. There's a subtle hint of roses and fresh paint. Sienna’s work dominates the space—canvases alive with vibrant sunsets, serene rivers, and delicate rainbows among so many others. Sculptures stand on pedestals, their shadows dancing on the floors. So many HD drawings hung on the walls surrounding the room.

Even though, I may still be invited at the party held by the Li family. Senna entered, as her eyes caught the beauty of the paintings, her mood improved. "Mrs. Qin, I hear you're an art academy graduate, could you be my guide to explain?" "I may not be as good as a professional guide, but I'll try to explain what you want to know." "Great, what do you think of this painting?" "This painting is by R. One of the hallmarks of his work is dark, abstract paintings with darker color choices. If you look deeper, you can definitely feel the emotions in it. I didn't expect this painting to be exhibited in this country." Senna expressed enthusiastically.

He felt contented. “What business does Calix’s cousin have in here?” Lucas diverted his gaze to the person who spoke, he was busy looking to one of the paintings in the gallery that Selene made. The side of his lips curled upward when he saw Selene from his peripheral view, hiding her scrutiny yet the question about his presence is noticeable on her face. “Our family is very fond of arts. I believe Calix has an eye for architecture, while I have in paintings.” Selene crossed her over her chest, looking at her painting while she talked with Lucas.

Lucian I stared at the art piece in front of me, my mind trying to contemplate what it was. I was not hardwired to understand paintings like my mother did. Or Sienna, since she seemed to be fascinated by every other painting, including the one I'm looking at. It looked like one of the dreams I had when I was a child, not like I would remember any. “That's Cyclops by Odilon Redon,” my train of thoughts was interrupted by Sienna as she marvelled at the painting in front of us, “It’s supposed to be in the Netherlands but I can’t believe this gallery has art from all around the world!”

"You are dangerous," Sienna corrected. "But you're also something else. Something I'm still trying to figure out, that's why I keep painting you, trying to capture whatever truth exists beneath the surface." Luca found another canvas, this one showing two women who looked identical but were rendered in completely different color palettes. One in soft pastels, the other in harsh, bold strokes. "Serena and I," Sienna said quietly. "Or what I imagine we'd look like side by side.

He made a lot of strategical contacts thanks to that. While Cassandra was taking a shower, Selena sat before her canvas, palette in hand, a flat knife paint tool in the other as she intricately mixed the colors, scraping it lightly on the canvas. She furrowed her brow, mixing the colors with utmost care. Hansa yellow medium with quinacridone magenta to get a good burst of orange. She had to get this done by today and personally go deliver it tomorrow.