Syd Barrett Paintings Novels & Stories

Along with the two glasses of water and a colour pallet. 'Why why is he doing this why is he bringing me in front of something which now I hate the most!' Feeling the stinging sensation in his chest as if someone just has pulled his heart right out of his chest. 'Can't he just understand for once? is this the reason I'm here rather than of him winning me back? the only thing he wants me to paint?' looking down at the floor over the small container of the paints. Seeing nothing just the plain or the darker shade of colours with the name written over it over the bold letters. This only made Koishi chuckle in response looking away from it shaking his head in response.

“I am already enjoying my stay in Hawaii. My stay here is already memorable all thanks to you.” I rested my head on his shoulder, silently thanking the heavens for moments like this. Moments that were simple, pure, and ours. Baron pulled out his camera from his bag, reviewing the pictures we took at the eatery and the art gallery. “No need to thank me. You are mine. I am yours.” Baron handed me the camera. “Check out this picture, babe.” Baron urged. I looked at the picture. I was standing behind a painting. A large painting. The painting depicted a serene scene of motherhood where a woman with blonde hair was breastfeeding a gingerhead. It showed the connection of love without racism.

Silence was the best answer after all. *** In the evening, Barry returned after completing his task. He brought a painting with him. Barry said as soon as he saw Adrian, “Sir, this is ‘Gleaners’ by Grandma Moses that I bought from the antique market after some great searching.” “How much did it cost?” “Seventy thousand dollars,” replied Barry. Adrian glared at Barry. “You’re not very thrifty, are you?” Upon saying that, he tossed the painting back to Barry and said, “All right, let’s go.”