art nouveau

Date: 12/16/2016

I was standing in the middle of an art gallery at a summer festival. There were rows and rows of paintings displayed on curving walls atop a dusty floor. The gallery coordinator was fixing the alignment of one in the distance. I was mesmerized by a particular painting in front of me. Upon first glance it appeared as if a man was standing in a black suit but his head was a few small orbs with a bright orange ball glowing where the forehead should have been. It was very strange and i didn't particularly care for it, but it was the only other piece I noticed in the sea of paintings. As I began to walk away, I kept my gaze focused on the painting. As I walked to my right, i realized it wasn't a black suit at all but rather a night sky and overtop was a small round machine hovering on the horizon. ''A drone?'' I thought to myself. ''Maybe a small hovercraft..'' As I continued to watch the painting morph, the night sky turned into day and a series of soft green and blue mountains sat below, and the orange orb turned to a bright brilliant blue glow. The gallery coordinator then walked up to me. She had a rather stern look on her face, with long black hair that spiraled in a series of curls around her face. Her matter-of-fact expression was somewhat hidden behind her small rectangular black spectacles. I believe I began the dialogue. ''Where should I put my painting?'' I inquired, attempting to speak in a friendly tone amongst the heaviness that now hung in the air. The coordinator gave me a look that was both irritated and in shock. ''You're on for LIVE PAINTING.'' She nearly hissed. My stomach sank with anxiety. ''No no no no no'' I whimpered. ''I'm supposed to be selling and displaying my work. I'm not prepared at all!'' ''Too bad.'' The coordinator said. ''You're on. Get something prepared NOW.'' ''And my style isn't exciting enough to look at in the process. There's so many dots no one will want to pay attention...'' She just stared back at me, her silence confirmation enough that if I was going to keep my position and reputation in good terms, I'd have to come up with something to paint. Now. When I looked up, she was gone. I scrambled back to my portfolio and frantically pulled out paintings. I pulled out my Leo Sun Zodiac piece, observing the detail of stippling across her body and stood it up on the wall. I pulled out a draft I was inking and began to start outlining so I could just paint and not ink on stage. I wan't thrilled by it but it would have to do. My stomach growled in an intense hunger that overtook me. I looked inside my Grey leather backpack and only found a handful of (unused) bathing suits. I glanced around to see if anyone was watching. I was apparently alone. I took a bite out of a pair and swallowed, waiting to see if I'd digest it. So far so good. I began eating swimsuit after swimsuit, feeling my hunger subside enough so I could once again concentrate on the task at hand. When I reached down further, i nearly burst out in frustration, humiliation, and hysterical laughter. A banana. A BANANA. I could have eaten a banana but instead decided to fill up on bathing suits that I just purchased. Great.