Master of Mataró_Artist Lei D._Lessons from TCU (The Corner University)_Perceived Potentiality
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Master of Mataró
I begin to paint with a brush dampened by tears, as if my pallet contains shades of sorrow. I force myself to step into my patron’s shoes, wrap myself in her chiffon and silk, feel her sadness in the valleys of my soul.With a delicate smile resting upon her lips, my patron poses in the Baroque gold and white wedding-cake of a room. I can see melancholy veiling her gaze, that smile not quite touching her eyes.Yet, viewing life from her perspective, I cannot seem to grasp it. I have no poverty of compassion…perhaps simply because of my youth.“May I speak?” My patron first raises her hand mirror...
Artist Lei D.
“Artist Lei D. Leia the first ever artist to auction an art piece worth a trillion dollars, making him an instant trillionaire and grabbing his spot as the number one artist in the world!”The herd of people perged towards Lei as he is walking outside the Louvre Museum. He was glued on his feet as the people keeps pressing him from different directions, like he was trapped in the middle of an ant mill he cannot find his way out. He is suffocating, enough to make him collapse, but he is fighting for his consciousness. Tinnitus is constantly occurring in both his ears before he fainted.Lei wakes ...
Lessons from TCU (The Corner University)
Me, Boodle, Dirty Money, Mongrel, Fatback and Rocket Man, were all chilling on the corner of Kerr and 9th Blvd. Rocket Man was on the phone talking to Dollarz; telling him that the new foot soldiers betterwww.onedoor.cc be ready by Thursday afternoon. A fly shorty wearing a green and yellow Allen Iverson basketball jersey, black Nike leggings, and a pair of Dark Mocha Jordan 1 Retro's, came walking up and says she's looking for somebody."Hey which one of you is rocket man?" shorty asked."Who wants to know?" I say."I don't have time for games. I need to know who rocket man is and where I can find him," she s...
Perceived Potentiality
“You do realize that is a superpower?” Milo said casually.I shook my head no and continued sipping my coffee. “It is. Everyone has one and that is most certainly yours.”I rolled my eyes and relaxed back into the café chair. There were talented people all around me. The guitar guy, playing his instrument in the corner with no regard for anyone else, was strumming intently and seemed to be transported beyond his corner table to wherever his music was taking him. There was also the girl sitting two tables over who had been drawing since we walked in. She had a stack of napkins and small papers w...