The Artist - The Garden of Eve  

part 8

It was an almot perfect Sunday afternoon.

The sun was shining and only a few clouds moved lazily along the clear blue sky.

He stepped outside and let his bare feet touch the grass.

He inhaled deepely.

His garden.

His beautiful garden.

He walked up to his pride and joy.

A rosebush filled with the most perfect and fragrant White roses.

He lovingly foundled the roses and let his toes dig deep in the rich soil.

-Hi Steve!

-Hi Fred.

-See you're enjoying the wonderful weather.

-Yeah, it has done wonders to my garden.

-Yeah! And your roses! But I have to say, they really look extra beautiful this summer.

-Yeah, I've been lucky.

-Absoultely, but as much time as you spend there I would say it takes a lot of hard work and love too.

Steve just smiled.

-I'm soo sorry we can't make it to your artshow by the way. We where really looking forward too it.

-Family comes first. Don't think about it. It will mostly be boring art critics and other from the art world there anyway.

-Yeah? But we always love your openings. Is it going to be big?

-Let's just say I've been busy this summer. He winked.

-Oh sounds wonderful. But we can always catch it later couldn't we?

-Well, most of my paintings will probably hang for a while but some of the instillations will most likely just be there for the opening. It's my lil surprise.

-Oh, sounds intriguing.

-Let's hope that the critics think so.

-You know they always love your work. Oh and about that. Emma just Loved the painting you gave her for her birthday.

-I'm so glad to hear that. I know how much she loves that puppy.

-Yeah it just broke her lil heart.

-You haven't heard anything at all?

-Sorry to say, no.

-I'm so sorry to hear that.

-Yeah, me too.

-How about I borrow the painting for my opening, and let everyone know that the pup is missing?

-Would you really do that for us?

-Ofcourse!

-Thank you so much. You really are a true friend. Well, I'm off. It was nice catching up. How about a BBQ the weekend after the big even?

-That sounds great IF I'm not working...

-Will talk later. Bye!

-Bye.

He took a deep breath.

Inhaling the special scent from his special rose.

Grabbing the stem. Almost wishing the thorns would rip thru his flesh so his blood could fertilize the soil and become a part of his garden.

His garden of Eve.

He smiled.

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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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