The Artist - Dinner by Candlelights

part 7

With a careful hand he adjusted the flowers and then he lit the candles.

It looked amazing!

The room had the right size for his vision and it looked both inviting and romantic at the same time.

It was an average sized long table set for one.

The placement gave it a sort of "the last supper" feeling.

It was a dinner for gluttony and looked the part.

The table was filled with all sorts of different sausages, swedish style meatballs, ribs, toung, heart, and infront of the guest of honor, on a bed of rice and wild muschrooms laid a finely sliced fillet.

All hand made ofcourse.

And so was the candles.

He knew that his culinary skills left much to desire but he had poored his heart in to this and that was the main thing.

You could see the love in the food.

He really wanted to use as much of the body as he possibly could.

Even the skin was saved and safely stored in the meat freezer in the back of the room.

The plates and silverware looked expensive even though he had to settle for some cheap options not to draw to much attention to himself.

Making the candles had taken some time to say the least, but it was amazing what you could find on the internet just by googling "home made candles".

He was glad that he had some fat saved from earlier works.

Just the making of the tallow was time consuming, but then to turn it into wax was more work than he had anticipated and for a moment he questioned himself if this really could be done.

But he did it.

He even had a few scented ones, allthough since this was a "dinner" he had to use scents that was not over powering and fitted the theme.

Just a hint of Rosemary and Thyme did the trick and he placed them around the room and not on the table itself. Those candles was unscented.

The skeleton sitting at the table was as white as he could have made him and actually wore a black silk tie for the occasion.

He had thought of doing the scene as a romantic dinner for two, but in a way this was more powerful.

A single individual in a meatfest for one.

And he himself was the dinner.

Some could call this an environmental piece.

Man eating himself, not realizing that in the process we are destroying ourselves.

or

by using everypart there is, it's less waste.

But for him this was just a laber of love.

His work was soon done.

This was his second to last piece.

He called this.... Dinner by Candlelights.

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Kiss me Like

I'm water

and you

have walked thru the desert

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Kiss me

Like our Love

would save the world

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Kiss me

like my lips

is the source

of your life

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The Artist - Mother

part 6

He moved a candle.

It just didn't look right.

He stepped back, closed his eyes, opened them up and took another look.

And moved the candle again.

He stepped a bit futher back.

Closed his eyes, opened them up and took another look.

No.

This wasn't RIGHT!

He was getting frustrated.

This was the most important pice in his life!

EVERY SINGLE DETAIL had to be perfect!

He walked around.

Taking in the scean.

What was he missing?

What was wrong?

Why didn't this just GRAB him as much as it should?

He remember his mothers words

-If a piecs doesn't grab you, then why should it grab  your audience?

Yes why?

He wished she was here.

This piece was for her.

It came to him as an unbelievable coincidence.

A hospital had requested some artwork for a few of their waiting rooms.

He was actually sitting in one of them, trying to get a feeling for what would not only fit the space but also give the patients something to look at and maybe take away a bit of that nervous feeling you always get when you are waiting for the doctor.

The woman look absolutely nothing like his mother.

His mother had been kind, caring, loving, supportive and protecting like a mother should.

This sorry excuse for a "Woman" was nothing like that.

Her big belly wasn't a source of joy and love, rather an inconvenience, a problem to get rid of. He could hear some of the conversation since she was angry and upset and almost screaming.

There was apparently something wrong with her baby.

But instead of being destroyed of this horrible news she just screamed at them to fix the damn thing so she could sell it.

Who would want to buy a broken baby?

The nurse tried to explain that there was nothing they could do, that this was the unfortunate reality of her drug use and neglecting her pregnancy.

-ARE YOU REALLY BLAMING YOUR INCOMPITENCE ON ME!!!!!! I am loosing my BABY (she almost spat the word out) and you are blaming me?!?!?

-We have so many times tried to help you and tried to explain that  your living situation could damage the baby. We tried to help you.

-No you didn't, you are just trying to cover your ASS. Who would believe in a person like me? Isn't that what you are thinking? ISN'T IT?!?!?

-Madam, I'll assure you..

-WELL I'LL ASSURE YOU! I Have Someone listening to me. And we will sue this whole damn hopital!

And so the conversataion had continued.

He had to bit his lip so hard that he could taste his own blood.

How could she be so cold hearted?

How could she not care about the life that was or had been growing in her belly? Her protecive womb?

He was outraged.

After his meeting he went after the woman.

She was easy to find.

Sitting in the nearest bar sharing her "tragic" story to anyone that would listen and by her a drink.

He waited until she came out.

He walked around the room.

Still couldn't get his fingers on what was missing.

The woman sat on the floor, her back leaning on a headboard of carved wood. It was lovingly decorated with all sorts of flowers and sleeping animals.

Here legs was spread out and her belly was cut open and spread out like it was made from papier-maché.

First he wanted to have a single candle burning inside but that was just not enough room to make that look as inviting as he wanted, so he settled for a led Lightloop.

He wanted it to looks as the womb was still a safe haven for the child to crawl back into for safety and love.

He scoffed.

Love and safety from this horrible woman?

He had to remind himself that this wasn't about her, this was about his own mother and the baby.

They deserved his love and attention.

He had carefully wrapped the baby in the finest linnen he could find.

He rested (yes, it was a boy) on a bed of roses from his own garden.

First he wanted to have the umbilical cord still attatched but that hadn't worked as well as he would like so instead he had replaced it with a chain made of silver.

He adjusted the chain just so.

And now it was finnished.

He remembered his mothers dying words.

-Remember I'll always Love you. You will always be my finest work of art.

And then she smiled as she died, still protecting him with her body.

He would call this..... Mother

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  Seed of Love  

I wanted to plant a seed of love in your heart

but the ground was made of rock instead of rich deep soil

but day by day I worked the ground

feed it with kindness

and watered it with hope

Until one day

I could plant a single seed

and watch that first flower bloom

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  The Rose  

you wanted my heart

but afraid of getting hurt

I gave you a rose

take care of this flower

care of it as it where my heart

not just for it's beauty

because beauty fades

not just for it's lovely scent

that is fleeting

don't despair

when you get hurt by the thorns

You'll learn to handle it with care

And he kept it safe

and it grew

as I died

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My Words

my words need your music

my heart needs your souls

my arms need to hold you

my lips need your kiss

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