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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The Artist - Man's  Best Friend

part 5

This was one of his favorite pieces.

Not only as a concept but that the audience was going to interract and therefore become a part of the Art itself.

HOW they interracted with the piece would have an direct effect how the end result play out.

The rome itself was sort of an Labyrinth, with an assortment of different challenges before they would reach the Grand Finale.

This would actully be the second to last piece in his vernissage.

There was a soft whining next to his leg.

-Shhhhh little one. He gently stroked the little thing.

It was shivering slightly.

-Shhhhh, It won't be that long. If everything goes smothly you will be home with your family before you know it.

He sat for a while stroking the small thing.

Talking to it.

Assuring it that all would be fine.

But he knew.

When faced with a danger for their own safety, people showed their inner ugliness.

All it wanted is affection.

All they want is to be entertained.

They went into the Labyrinth, passing a arrangemet of mirrors on the way.

He wanted the audience to have to face themselves with every decision they had to make.

And then they had arrived in the middle of the Labyringh, he opened a small door letting it into the cage.

Here it would have all it needed up to the Big Event.

-You will be safe here, he said. And I will visit you as much as I can.

It wimpered some more.

-Shhhh litte one.

He was calling this......Man's Best Friend

But he wondered.

Was man going to fail his friend?

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The Artist - Red, White and Blue

part 4

This piece was one of his more difficult to exicute.

The required elements hadn't been that easy to come by and for a minute he even concidered to take it off the list of ideas he had in his head.

And to be honest this wasn't really his cup of tea.

He never concidered himself to be a patriot or an activist.

He was just an Artist plain and simple, and when an Artist get that special feeling they should always run with that.

His mother told him that sooo many times when he was a kid.

-Look Darling, people might not always get your work, and you know what? That is OK. When you get that special feeling about a project or a painting or what you choose to do, go with that feeling.

That is your Muse talking to you, and you should always listen to her. Even if in the end the finnished result isn't what you wanted, you will always look back on it as a learning experience. Because sometimes we learn more from our misstakes than our most successful work.

His mother was a wonderful teacher and the most perfect person he had ever met in his life.

Every advise she had ever given him in her short life he had hidden in his heart.

And everytime he needed her, she was there.

She was his muse.

And that is why he did this.

Is wasn't perfect, not in anyway.

But the impact of his work, and the meaning of it was plain.

But getting the right components had been a struggle indeed.

Especially the last part.

But his mother always said he had a way with words.

The chairs was sitting in a sort of circle, with huge lumps of skin in a pile in the middle.

The bodys on the chairs looked naked and vulnerable. They appeared to be looking at each other.

This was how we all really looked on the inside.

We where all equal beneath the skin.

He called this....

Red, White and Blue

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If Only

If I only

Would have said I love you when I left.

But I just said Cya later

and you simply answered Bye

If I only

Remebered to lock my phone, then it wouldn't had died when I was adjusting it on my arm.

And Maybe I wouldn't have gotten late trying to ge my music back on.

If I only

Hadn't stoped and tried to help Him.

But you should alway try to help?

Shouldn't you?

If I only

Had stretched proparly before I left.

Then I might not have been in so much pain.

And Maybe I would have gotten away.

But He was just too fast and too strong.

If only

Someone could have heard me scream

If I only

Had bought a new phone.

Then Maybe it wouldn't have broken when He threw me in the trunk

and Maybe I could have called for help.

If I only

Had been able to stab Him with the knife I found in the trunk.

But the sun was to bright so I never got a chance.

And then He used the knife on me

If I only

Oh my God!

there is sooo much blood...

But atleast it doesn't hurt any more.

Mum....

I love you

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  The Artist - Lightning  

part 3

He was panting from all the heavy lifting but everything seemed to be in order.

He dried the sweat from his forhead with a cloth that he then placed in plastic bag that was waiting in his pocket.

No reason for him to spreading around his DNA all over the place.

He looked, touched some of the equipment with a loving hand and slightly moved others.

Ever since he was a kid he'd wanted to creat something like this.

He had to admit that it was not as authentic as he wanted it to be, but he never wanted to plagiat, but he wanted it to be apparent where he got the inspiration.

There where so many movies but the one from 1931 was his favorite by far.

Everything was in order.

This was only a test to see that everything worked.

The read body had to wait. He would only get one chance and he wasn't about to get sloppy now.

He pushed the first button and the room went completely dark.

He slowed his breathing and counted to 5.

Then he pusched the second button.

The room was filled with all sorts of electric buzzing sounds, flashing buttons and a strobe light that would simulate lightning. He even got the sounds of thunder to really get the ambience just right.

He so wished he could had used real thunder.

To really feel like God, both over Death and Nature.

And then a bright Flash and the "body" on the metallic hostpital gurney started twitching.

Mimicking the line in the movie he yelled as high as he could.

-It's Alive!!!!!!!

He was going to call this.

Lightning!

Now it was time to put the real body in place.

Or bodies really.

Time to get to work.

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      Red      

The scream had stopped, but he can still feels it echoing through his body.

He shivers, almost in ecstasy.

The Blood covers the pasty white body.

It's an impossible Red.

It Beautifies.

It Purifies.

It show how he feels.

Red is Passion.

Red is the color or Love, and THIS is how HE shows his love.

He steps in the blood and it splatters, wich makes him think of his childhood, plying in the rain.

He takes a single White Rose and dips it in the Blood, until it is as covered as the body.

He smells the Rose, leaving a Red smear of blood on his lips.

Like the Red Lipstick made from a passionate kiss.

He takes a deep breath and closes his eyes.

He wants to remember this picture.

This pureness.

His latest Master Piece.

He calls it.....

Red.

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Shards of Silver 7

They Talked all night.

Olivias whole world seem to have been turned upside down.

Was any of this real?

It couldn't be?

Could it?

But she still had the pattern on her back, and the fingernails was really hard and sort of Claw like.

So who was she?

What was she?

And what would she do with whatever this is?

Magic or whatever just doesn't seem to fit in this modern life.

Not in her life anyway.

Maybe if she lived on the country side or in the woods or whatever. Closer to nature.

But in the city?

Running her small radio show?

Writing songs?

She was the wrong person for this.

Getting back on the DOM was such a relief. This she knew. This was real.

Driving for days she finally reached the edge of the woods.

Even here she could see that the damage from the weather was vast. Passing all sorts or warningsigns along the road she entered the forest.

After just a few minutes it was like she had entered an completely different world.

Even on her bike with her helmet on she could hear the difference, smell it.. heck, even taste it.

Later that night she found a clearing next to a stream so she decided to stay the night.

Soon the tent was up and she had started a careful small fire.

After having some hot coffee she laid on her back and just watched the stars.

Laying there and just relaxing and listening to the sounds of the night, she was suddenly aware of someone looking at her.

She sat up just to find herself staring in the eyes of an HUGE wolf. It was just looking at her and sniffing the air.

Olivia was so scared she didn't know what to do.

And then the wolf laid down beside her and put it's big head in her lap.

Since she didn't know what else to do she started to pet the big animal and it gave a big sigh of relaxation.

And so they stayed.

Finally she got up and went into the tent to sleep.

The animal didn't seem interested to joint here but laid outside the opening as it was keeping watch.

Later in the night she woke up to something that sounded like a horrible fight.

And then she could hear the wolf howling in pain.

Teary eyed she started calling for it.

Slowly and bleeding slightly she (Olivia could now tell that is was a she) limped towards Olivia. Softly whimpering in pain. Olivia rushed out and began to examine the wolf. Not that she knew what to do anyway. With some firstaid in her bags she did her best to clean the wounds that thankfully didn't seem that deep. What was she suppose to do now? She couldn't take it to a vet.

The wolfe licked her in the face and then fell asleep. Olivia sat by her side all through the night. Worrying about the animal but also about what kind of animal could have done this to such a big wolf. And was the wolf protecting her? Why?

The sounds that the forest made suddenly seemed threatening.

Exhausted and without realising it she fell asleep. 

The nex day she woke to the sounds of birds in the sky and the wind playing with the trees.

And the wolf was gone.

Olivia felt abandoned for a moment.

She took a look around but the wolf was simply gone.

So there was nothing to do but to pack up and continue the journey.

And then she reached one of the Silver Lakes. It was even more breathtaking than she could remember from when she was a child. The water looked like melted Silver in the sunlight. Water lilies decorating the shoreline and fish jumping, creating circles on the surface.

This was the place. She would stay here.

Sitting by the water, admiring the surroundings, the Snow Magpie landed on her shoulder.

-Hi little one.. What are you doing all the way out here?

The bird didn't answer but leaned against her and cawed softly.

-I'll bet you like it here too. Far way from the big city noises and smells.

The night was silent and uneventful, to her disappointment almost. She had sort of hoped the wolf would join her.

The next few days she enjoyed by walking and enjoying the tranquility, and in the nights she sat by the fire and looked at the stars.

She could breath again. Here whole body seemed more relaxed. The weight of the big city life had left from her shoulders.

But at the same time she missed the noises, her show and Limbo.

This might be a piece of heaven, but it wasn't home.

She wanted to go home.

That night it started to thunder.

Lightning flashed and thunder rolled so she almost thought there was an eathquake. But there was no rain. No rain meant a bigger risk for more fires. She sat by the fire looking at show nature created, when she saw someone staring at her. First she thought that the wolfe had return, but she quickly realised she was wrong.

And then the Wilde one attacked.

It was smaller than her. But strong. And ferocious.

She used her lenght and her claws. This MONSTER was out to kill her. And then from nowhere the wolfe came running out form the woods to help her. And togeather they fought the monster off.

The wolfe looked at her, and slowly started go to the forest. Waiting.. looking and walked some more. It wanted her to follow. So she did.

It was dark but she could still make out the siluette of the wolfe and Snow sat on her shoulder. Cawing when she hesitated, moving her on.

And then the forest opened up.

It was a huge clearing with some tents and huts.

A man walked up to her.

He was tall with dark hair and slightly pointy ears. He had no shirt so she could see that from his neck and onto his arm he had almost the same pattern as she.

He was also atleast part Ables.

-Olivia, he greeted her with his arms open.

-Manechke she smiled and fell into his arms.

-You know who I am? he looked at her.

-No I didn't. But my soul does.

He smiled at her. It looks good on you he said looking at her bracelet.

-You sent it to me? I thought you would have one too?

-No. The bracelet only splits if and when you find your soulmate.

-Haven't i? She looked at him. Knowing it was so.

-Maybe. But for now this bracelet is for you alone. And you might need it. There are troubling times ahead.

-It seems my world has changed so much.

-The world will never be the same. For anyone. The awakening has begun.

And from the forest more people appeared.

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Shards of Silver 6

-Who tha HECK are you!

-I didn't mean to scare you.

-But you did!

-I'm Martina, The Dörner Inn is mine.

I heard about your ordeal and wanted to ask if you wanted some hot chocolate or something. The door was open, I knocked and when you didn't answer I was just going to put a note on your bed, Martina said showing the note.

-Oh, thanks I guess. But what did you mean? I'm awakening? From what?

-From the bounds of man.

-Okey?

-You are not the only one. People are Awakening all over the planet. Not that there ever are so many Shards of Silver at the time.. That would disturbe the balance in nature.

-Again with the Shards of Silver.. Are you one? Are we the same? Or what am I?

-It has been so long since there where any Shards of Silver at all. Moste people have forgotten the legends and what is hidden in their memorys.

I am a Shard of Silver but we are not the same.

I am a watcher. What you are you have to discover for yourself.

But you are special, I can tell.

-What is a watcher? And how is that a "power" or whatever.

-I can see what really is inside of a person. Like I know about the pattern on your back and your fingernails turning claw like.

-Does all Shards have patterns?

-Not at all.. The thing is, there is so much in the world that have been forgotten. So much knowledge that have been lost.

Your pattern isn't because you are a shard, it's because you are part Ables.

-Now you lost me.

-Did you really think that in all the marvles that is life Humans as you know them is the only kind of life there is?

-Well, yes!?!

-There are Trolls, Dwarves, Goblins, Fairys and Ables and Wilds.

Humans, Trolls, Dwarves, Goblins and Fairys where created by the God and the Goddesse but they had a counterpart.

Another God that had gone insane.

And he wanted to start a war against humans and the God and Goddesse so he created Ables and Wildes and other unabable creatures.

-So I'm part lunatic? This is getting waaaay to complicated.

-What you are created for and what you choose is not the same. Nature wants balance and the insane God was a disturbance Nature don't tolerate. So the Ables broke free from their destiny and fought with us against their god and his creations ,that was just to damaged to find their own way.

-So I'm not human?

-Non of us really are when you think about it. And yet we all are.

-I'm getting a headache.

-After the war there was so much Man had to re-learn about the world. Some acceptet there where other kinds of "humans" in the world, and others never could accept the new reality. At first it seems like they hade the right idea, since it took years for the world to heal and live in peace. But the people that had isolated themselves to not get their "clean human blood" staind with all these new people had soon died out.

Nature needs balance, but it also needs to grow and evolve, and if something doesn't evolve, they will eventually die out.

-So I'm part Ables?

-You are so much more. You are part Love in the purest form, part Ables, strong fearless and loyal, and you are also part God and Goddess.

-WHAT?

-That is all I can tell you. The rest you have to find out for yourself.

-I think I will be needing that hot chocolate now.

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