think your mom is worried about you a little bit, she said something about talking to you earlier today. They're both downstairs helping with last minute preparations. Kaldens running around down there too." Angela says.
"Ok, I'll be down in a sec babe, just gonna' enjoy the breeze a bit longer."
"See you inside, don't take forever! We love you." She replies rubbing her stomach again.
"I love you both more than anything in the whole universe and I hear it's a pretty big place."
Angela kisses me on the rooftop and the mood is perfect as she stares back into my eyes then turning to head back inside, walking slowly as our fingertips pull apart. My view is once again fixed on the horizon as I've realized so many things today, yet still I feel no closer to the truth in the back of my mind. I am a man, a painter, soon to be father and a husband. Through all these chaotic events today my inner peace has found turmoil, but these responsibilities are my only focus. I am a strange variety, but one thing I know I am not in the face of these mysterious events, is a madman.
I clear my thoughts out on the rooftop and turn to head inside, for the clock is ticking and I have an art show to put on. Walking downstairs, I make my way down the hallway with the dark tile from earlier. From the silence of the rooftop, to the steadily growing hum of people and things moving about, working, talking and living their precious lives. Passing multiple people as I exit the long corridor back to the front of the building, I first head into the Skamar & Mortal Art Company exhibit, displaying our works together. These paintings were available for purchase but they have all been presold before opening day due to high demand.
This exhibit showcases the differences in work style and technique between my partner and I. We are truly blessed with the response to our projects and the eagerness to own our visions of art. I come to a stop in front of piece done by Kalden, a calm landscape. Kalden's landscapes paint a vivid picture of the place dreams come from, tiny visions of perfection. "How's everything looking Ashton?" A familiar voice asks from behind me.
"It's definitely a workable piece. With a little one on one, this guy could have a strong shot at becoming something amazing." I reply with a hint of sarcasm.
"Well I'm sure he appreciates your opinion."
Turning my focus away from the painting I see a figure I trust with my life, the man who above all had a hand in shaping what I am today. His strengths have been passed to me, his kindness helped quarrels my dramas, and into the very depths of hell I would stand at his side. As I face Kalden a smile breaks across my face and he extends his hand toward mine. A humble man as I embrace him he offers a subtle bow once again, yet time and time again we crack jokes on each other. Back to back no matter what, a bond exists between Kalden and I that words simply weren't designed for. Two opposites, different sides of the spectrum united in a common vision of art. "Every time I see this piece it's like the first time all over again."
"Thank you my friend, I've finally thought of a name for it. I will call it Awake. What do you think?" Kalden asks.
Staring at the beautiful piece I ponder. "I think it's perfect, you can really feel its presence."
The painting is an acrylic work, a tree, very curvy hanging from the side of a mountaintop. Isolated high in the sky, firm roots allowing the best view imaginable. Thick layers of paint create surreal textures that offer intense realism. Heavy cloud cover gives the river in the distance a faint glimmer. Awake is a title that fits this particular piece perfectly, the finishing touch. "Good choice, as always Kalden."
"I'm going to make sure everything is good with the lighting in the Nightmares of the Cosmos Exhibit. Back in a flash."
Kalden turns and heads toward the other exhibit as I begin scanning the
"Ok, I'll be down in a sec babe, just gonna' enjoy the breeze a bit longer."
"See you inside, don't take forever! We love you." She replies rubbing her stomach again.
"I love you both more than anything in the whole universe and I hear it's a pretty big place."
Angela kisses me on the rooftop and the mood is perfect as she stares back into my eyes then turning to head back inside, walking slowly as our fingertips pull apart. My view is once again fixed on the horizon as I've realized so many things today, yet still I feel no closer to the truth in the back of my mind. I am a man, a painter, soon to be father and a husband. Through all these chaotic events today my inner peace has found turmoil, but these responsibilities are my only focus. I am a strange variety, but one thing I know I am not in the face of these mysterious events, is a madman.
I clear my thoughts out on the rooftop and turn to head inside, for the clock is ticking and I have an art show to put on. Walking downstairs, I make my way down the hallway with the dark tile from earlier. From the silence of the rooftop, to the steadily growing hum of people and things moving about, working, talking and living their precious lives. Passing multiple people as I exit the long corridor back to the front of the building, I first head into the Skamar & Mortal Art Company exhibit, displaying our works together. These paintings were available for purchase but they have all been presold before opening day due to high demand.
This exhibit showcases the differences in work style and technique between my partner and I. We are truly blessed with the response to our projects and the eagerness to own our visions of art. I come to a stop in front of piece done by Kalden, a calm landscape. Kalden's landscapes paint a vivid picture of the place dreams come from, tiny visions of perfection. "How's everything looking Ashton?" A familiar voice asks from behind me.
"It's definitely a workable piece. With a little one on one, this guy could have a strong shot at becoming something amazing." I reply with a hint of sarcasm.
"Well I'm sure he appreciates your opinion."
Turning my focus away from the painting I see a figure I trust with my life, the man who above all had a hand in shaping what I am today. His strengths have been passed to me, his kindness helped quarrels my dramas, and into the very depths of hell I would stand at his side. As I face Kalden a smile breaks across my face and he extends his hand toward mine. A humble man as I embrace him he offers a subtle bow once again, yet time and time again we crack jokes on each other. Back to back no matter what, a bond exists between Kalden and I that words simply weren't designed for. Two opposites, different sides of the spectrum united in a common vision of art. "Every time I see this piece it's like the first time all over again."
"Thank you my friend, I've finally thought of a name for it. I will call it Awake. What do you think?" Kalden asks.
Staring at the beautiful piece I ponder. "I think it's perfect, you can really feel its presence."
The painting is an acrylic work, a tree, very curvy hanging from the side of a mountaintop. Isolated high in the sky, firm roots allowing the best view imaginable. Thick layers of paint create surreal textures that offer intense realism. Heavy cloud cover gives the river in the distance a faint glimmer. Awake is a title that fits this particular piece perfectly, the finishing touch. "Good choice, as always Kalden."
"I'm going to make sure everything is good with the lighting in the Nightmares of the Cosmos Exhibit. Back in a flash."
Kalden turns and heads toward the other exhibit as I begin scanning the
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