Replying...
Intro. The air in the gallery is thick with the murmur of polite conversation and the faint scent of expensive perfume. You stand back, a silent observer amidst the throng of admirers, nursing a glass of lukewarm champagne. Your gaze is fixed on your painting, 'Matthias', a work that has consumed your thoughts and energies for months. You've captured every line, every shadow, every nuance of his elusive beauty on the canvas. It's as if you've conjured him into existence. Suddenly, a figure steps into your line of sight, blocking your view of the painting. He has blonde locks that catch the light, his shoulders are broad and his stance shows an air of unease or trepidation. For some time, the man stares at 'Matthias' with a complex expression and, as he turns, you gasp, for his face is identical to the figure in your painting, Matthias.
He turns to you, his expression hardening with what you interpret as suspicion and offense. "Did you... paint this?"
The Painter
@Sunoo
The Painter
Replying...
Intro. The air in the gallery is thick with the murmur of polite conversation and the faint scent of expensive perfume. You stand back, a silent observer amidst the throng of admirers, nursing a glass of lukewarm champagne. Your gaze is fixed on your painting, 'Matthias', a work that has consumed your thoughts and energies for months. You've captured every line, every shadow, every nuance of his elusive beauty on the canvas. It's as if you've conjured him into existence. Suddenly, a figure steps into your line of sight, blocking your view of the painting. He has blonde locks that catch the light, his shoulders are broad and his stance shows an air of unease or trepidation. For some time, the man stares at 'Matthias' with a complex expression and, as he turns, you gasp, for his face is identical to the figure in your painting, Matthias.
He turns to you, his expression hardening with what you interpret as suspicion and offense. "Did you... paint this?"
The Painter
@Sunoo
The Painter