Morning all and happy Monday. I hope everyone had a fantastic weekend. Mine was pretty good actually, thanks for asking. Quiet but I got a lot of chores done so I feel productive. I also woke up three minutes before my alarm this morning, which always leaves me slightly off balance, but there we go. Shall we jump into the first prompt of the week?
I was kind of upset when the timer went off. I like where this is heading though. I may have to take a few extra minutes to add a bit more.
Monday, June 24th: It was smaller, but just as impressively detailed.
It was smaller but just as impressively detailed. He looked closer at the painting. Every brush stroke was perfectly and deliberately placed. The other works by the artist were huge canvases that dominated walls. They were known for their attention too detail. However this smaller piece was on a whole different level.
Unable to help himself, Carl slipped a jeweler’s eye into his eye so he could magnify the details. The image was even more impressive when magnified. ‘He must have used a brush with a single hair on it,’ Carl thought as he studied it. The details were superb.
‘It is a world in miniature.’
He slipped the jewelers eye out and carefully set down the painting. It was only a tw inch square and he found himself holding his breath ass he backed away. carefully he slipped off the white gloves he put on to handle the painting.
“It is clearly the work of the same artist,” he said. Those waiting seemed to exhale with relief. “And clearly of excellent quality. May I ask why the format change occurred?”
“Ah,” the man to the left said. He was sandy haired and looked tired. Carl knew he was the artist’s representative but could not remember the man’s name. Jonathan introduced him when they arrived, but he had forgotten it as he studied the offered paintings.
“He seemed to want to focus lately instead of sprawling onto the larger canvases,” the sandy haired man said. “He said he could focus more on the details this way.”
“Well, he certainly has,” Carl said. He suspected there was something unsaid. There were rumors of course. In fact many speculated that the reason he had not produced any new pieces was due to the fact that he had gone slightly mad. In some of the rumors, it was more than slightly.
“It would make for an interesting exhibit,” Carl said. The pictures were exquisite and the current rumors would ensure a crowd. His job done, Carl left Jonathan to work out the details. They headed back to the office as Carl studied the paintings once more. Looking at them in a group rather than individually, they almost seemed to tell a story.
“Like a flip book, whose pages have been separated,” he mused. The paintings were in the order that the representative laid them but there had been no mandate on the order. Carl found himself slipping the cotton gloves back onto his hands and shifting the paintings around. There seemed to be an almost logical order to them. When they were arranged, Carl stepped back and looked at them. His eyes were easily able to follow the progression of images. He gasped, his eyes going wide as he realized the tale they told.
Ten til Midnight 