Post by PhilBertrand on Mar 16, 2014 22:09:05 GMT -6
"My face, my beautiful face." He said, as he applied a face rub with exfoliating beads that warmed his flesh with a tingling sensation upon contact. He cleansed his face several times during a given day, but never was there a more pressing need to do so considering the amount of abuse he had been through. He let the skin care treatment lounge around like conditioner as he stared into the mirror, trying to console himself as he repaired his tarnished money maker.
" Why would she do something so vile and cruel?" He couldn't understand it. It just wasn't clicking for him. Phil desperately wanted to know why she'd gone out of her way to depreciate such a magnificent creation.
"She could've had done anything she wanted to me, performed any wicked, nefarious deed and I would have been content. But she had to touch my mask. She had to put her hands all over my delicate countenance, tainting it with her touch, undoing everything I had done to get it so smooth and luminous. "
He washed over his face several times, almost scrubbing even like e was trying to get a peaty stain out of his clothing. With each wash dead skin cells and germs were removed, yet the cleansing process reaped undesirable results. He looked into the mirror frantically, yet the stench of imperfection still lingered. He was most distraught.
"I did not say she could touch it. Art is not supposed to be touched, it's to be admired and revered, displayed to the masses to he worshipped and studied. But she did not respect that time honored tradition, that unspoken rule. She defaced it, stripped it of its glory and virtue."
He washes his face again and again, angrily splashing the water into his mask, yet each time he is unsatisfied. Something just doesn't feel right to him. He had gone out of his way to carve out such a fine work of art, yet in a matter of minutes his efforts were erased and made null and void. The only thing more demoralizing than having your artwork belittled is to have it tampered with - and she had done just that. She ruined his canvas, his perfect portrait and he would have to reprint it all over again, one tedious brush stroke at a time
"She has depreciated my face. I will not forgive you for this Payton."
--
I am an artist, these hands are my tools, and this face is my chef-d'oeuvre.
I have spent countless hours crafting my paintings. To create something inspiring, something as powerful and beautiful as the portrait of Philippe Bertrand it takes a great deal of patience, diligence, vision and a keen ability to see beyond limitations to make something that transcends artistic history. Needless to say, like Da Vinci I hold my Mona Lisa very dear to my heart. I'm obsessed with it. I LOVE it. It is by far my greatest achievement.
But others do not appreciate art. Others are jealous of my masterpieces. They seek to tarnish and destroy my portraits to build themselves up, vindicate their lives and feel some measure of satisfaction that cannot be attained by any other means. Why has society forgotten how to respect and appreciate beauty?
Like any great craftsman, I hate people who live and aspire to ruin my hard work. I can handle criticisms, what I cannot handle is the sort of jealousy and prejudice that would drive one to commit the heinous crime of ruining someone's refined portrait.
Payton James was a harsh critic, an ENVIOUS critic, and she has left me colorless and depressed. She had no right to touch my precious exhibit. She defaced my trophy, and disobeyed the unwritten rule of my museum, and now I am lost.
But like any great artist, I do my best work when Im dejected.
And YOU Kaden Tyler, have supplied me with incredible inspiration. Like a rainbow that appears when the storm has subsided, you have given me a glimmer of hope, and for that I will repay you by making you into a my next pièce de résistance.
You hide behind a mask, why? What are you afraid of? Has this society driven you to hate yourself, made you self-conscious about your appearance and left you with low self-esteem. I know how tough the world can be, how difficult it is to deal with people who do not accept you for who you are or what you look like.
I will show you that it's safe to come out of your shell. I will show you the appreciation you deserve. With these hands, I will work miracles, and finish the job that God started, and I will make you beautiful.
Kaden Tyler will be my next portrait, and the world will love you when I'm finished.
I will give you a new mask with these hands. The greatest mask of all.
Beauty.
" Why would she do something so vile and cruel?" He couldn't understand it. It just wasn't clicking for him. Phil desperately wanted to know why she'd gone out of her way to depreciate such a magnificent creation.
"She could've had done anything she wanted to me, performed any wicked, nefarious deed and I would have been content. But she had to touch my mask. She had to put her hands all over my delicate countenance, tainting it with her touch, undoing everything I had done to get it so smooth and luminous. "
He washed over his face several times, almost scrubbing even like e was trying to get a peaty stain out of his clothing. With each wash dead skin cells and germs were removed, yet the cleansing process reaped undesirable results. He looked into the mirror frantically, yet the stench of imperfection still lingered. He was most distraught.
"I did not say she could touch it. Art is not supposed to be touched, it's to be admired and revered, displayed to the masses to he worshipped and studied. But she did not respect that time honored tradition, that unspoken rule. She defaced it, stripped it of its glory and virtue."
He washes his face again and again, angrily splashing the water into his mask, yet each time he is unsatisfied. Something just doesn't feel right to him. He had gone out of his way to carve out such a fine work of art, yet in a matter of minutes his efforts were erased and made null and void. The only thing more demoralizing than having your artwork belittled is to have it tampered with - and she had done just that. She ruined his canvas, his perfect portrait and he would have to reprint it all over again, one tedious brush stroke at a time
"She has depreciated my face. I will not forgive you for this Payton."
--
I am an artist, these hands are my tools, and this face is my chef-d'oeuvre.
I have spent countless hours crafting my paintings. To create something inspiring, something as powerful and beautiful as the portrait of Philippe Bertrand it takes a great deal of patience, diligence, vision and a keen ability to see beyond limitations to make something that transcends artistic history. Needless to say, like Da Vinci I hold my Mona Lisa very dear to my heart. I'm obsessed with it. I LOVE it. It is by far my greatest achievement.
But others do not appreciate art. Others are jealous of my masterpieces. They seek to tarnish and destroy my portraits to build themselves up, vindicate their lives and feel some measure of satisfaction that cannot be attained by any other means. Why has society forgotten how to respect and appreciate beauty?
Like any great craftsman, I hate people who live and aspire to ruin my hard work. I can handle criticisms, what I cannot handle is the sort of jealousy and prejudice that would drive one to commit the heinous crime of ruining someone's refined portrait.
Payton James was a harsh critic, an ENVIOUS critic, and she has left me colorless and depressed. She had no right to touch my precious exhibit. She defaced my trophy, and disobeyed the unwritten rule of my museum, and now I am lost.
But like any great artist, I do my best work when Im dejected.
And YOU Kaden Tyler, have supplied me with incredible inspiration. Like a rainbow that appears when the storm has subsided, you have given me a glimmer of hope, and for that I will repay you by making you into a my next pièce de résistance.
You hide behind a mask, why? What are you afraid of? Has this society driven you to hate yourself, made you self-conscious about your appearance and left you with low self-esteem. I know how tough the world can be, how difficult it is to deal with people who do not accept you for who you are or what you look like.
I will show you that it's safe to come out of your shell. I will show you the appreciation you deserve. With these hands, I will work miracles, and finish the job that God started, and I will make you beautiful.
Kaden Tyler will be my next portrait, and the world will love you when I'm finished.
I will give you a new mask with these hands. The greatest mask of all.
Beauty.