Artistic Dreams (closed)

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Natasha Maxwell married Carter Maxwell when she was 22 and he was 30. In the beginning her dreams and creative soul appealed to him. That was 10 years ago next week. Now she is little more to him then the house or the couch... something that was his but beyond that it didn't really register with him. Still she was there loyal to him still trying to be the loving and supportive wife. Seeing him off to work every morning before going to her art studio that she sometimes called home since home was so cold and empty so often because of his work and business trips. She had o e thing with him she never had to worry about. He had too little drive or personality to cheat and she would never consider chesting on him either.

This Wednesday morning was no different from any other business trip morning. She walked out to the car with him carrying a cooler of some food for him to take o on the road with him and tried to hug and kiss him before he got in the car telling her he would probably not be home in time for her art show and how his work had to come first to keep her in all her proper clothes and the proper roof over their head for his financial circles. He then drove off with as usual not so much as a goodbye or anything and she turned to walk around the yard collecting a few roses to bring into the house.

She had grown perhaps far too accustomed to his hollow and distant nature. As per her usual she prepared her things to stay in her studio far from this soul shredding prison of a life.

 

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Name: Max Harvey
Height: 5'11
Build: Muscular, has been into working out in the family Gym since he early teens.
Age: 20
Hair: Almost shoulder length slight natural wave
Eyes: Dark mysterious brown
Hair: Dark brown

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Max was at Boydens' Cafe; a small local independent coffee house and cafe that catered for those who lived on the estate. It had been open for a couple of years in a old diner place, that had been refurbished to a quient building, painted floorboards, wooden tables from a variety of origins, and generally just very homely.

The food was also very much 'home cooking' their menu was small but practical and had sufficient interest to cate for all tastes.

He was 21, and currently unemployed, having become a statistic of the recession as in he wasn't able to get a job after graduating art college studying photography.However, he had managed to do get some photography work.

Currently, it was doing well, but he wast getting enough work to start yet at least a photographer business, but enough work to help tide him over; especially as he was still living at home. He was sitting at a table editing some photos on his apple mac when he saw her again.

She was beautiful and dressed oh so provocatively without revealing anything, She wore a sleepless top, that stopped above her navel exposing her tanned abdomen, her thighs and bum covered in a floaty skater skirt. He looked at the tattoo down her left arm as she ordered herself a coffee and sat down a couple of tables away from him.

As she sat down, Max saw the rose in her long wavy hair. He stopped paying attention to the photo on his screen. The low morning sun was almost behind her, the natural light causing almost an angelic halo effect around her head.

He reached for his camera and took a couple of quick photos, having a look on the screen....

Happy with his photos, now aware that she was almost staring at him, he stood and approached...

"Sorry that I took the photo with out asking permission, but I needed to get the moment before it was lost."

He showed her the photo on the display of his large expensive looking DSLR.

"I would be more than happy to send you copies when I've edited them..... or I'll delete them, which would be a total shame."

Nervously he waited for her response.

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[Asa]

She heard the sound and looked up from her coffee. The little shop had always been cozy to her in all its incarnations. They even had a couple of her pieces here. One more recent and one from when she was as carefree and urgent as this young man. She had seen him around here before but had no idea he was a creative soul like she was. Looking to the pictures, while it was her she didn't recognize the woman in the photo. Marriage and nearly a decade of getting about as much regard as the couch had made her lose sight of that woman in the picture before her.

That is... Lovely. No by all means here is my card. I have a studio just around the corner. In fact since I guess I just modelled for you you could model for me perhaps. I am Natasha and you would be?

She held her hand out to shake hands as she casually glanced over him while still watching those beautiful dark brown eyes.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"Max Harvey..... or Max for short....."

He took her hand and shook it softly yet firmly. His father had taught him that a handshake should be firm, and if it is a good friend even firmer. A wet sloppy handshake will never do....

He wore a Hawaiian style shirt, the front buttons opened up to reveal his vest singlet.

"So a fellow artist Natasha... a pretty a name for a pretty woman.."

He looked at her left hand out of the corner of his eye. She was too old for him, but none the less he found his eyes confirming her matrimonial status...

"And sure, I'd pose for you if you would like.... " He inhaled nervously, "what sort of portraits do you draw or paint?" He paused.... "Would I be imposing if I joined you?"

 

[Asa]

Draw paint sculpt... Really just a little bit of everything. It would be wonderful to have some company. Have a seat Max...

She sighed seeing the owner walk over with a grin on his face.

You see the painting over the register This beautiful lady did that for me a scene from a shared homeland. And the one by my office. She draw when she was full of new life like you... Bout your age too perhaps. Natasha wonderful artist... And you clearly...

The manager pointed to the pictures on the computer.

Have very creative eye too... You work with her and you will go far.

He smiled walking away he was going to see his old friend inspired to be alive again and he was sure young Max could do it. Natasha just shook her head. Dimitri always bragged about her talent even going as far as to get every business he could to buy at least one piece of her art even though she was in some local galleries and a couple other statewide.

Forgive Dimitri he can be very outspoken about artists and their work... You will get used it.

 

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Max smiled as she allowed him to join her, collecting his laptop and bag, and returning to the table, inserting the memory card into his laptop.


He listened attentively as she describe her passions, before Dimitri intervened, showing him examples of her art.

Max knew Dimitri or at least know off him also being a semi regular of Boydens. As he looked around he saw one of the baristas, Joan. A young thing of a similar age to him, she didn't wear a lot. Today she wore a summery asymmetric halter neck dress, clearly braless as she lent over to serve her breasts, and areola exposed albeit momentarily.

"You are talented" he offered Natasha as Dimitri left them alone. He aught the eye of Joan..

"A latte please Joan, and yourself Natasha?"

As he spoke he uploaded the three photos of Natasha into Lightroom and made soem very simple but effective edits...

"What do you think?" Max asked as he turned the screen to Natasha.

 

[Asa]

Cafe mocha hazelnut Joan.

The young girl certainly seemed to have a handle on how to get the college males attention and money. Distracted from memories of her lost younger days she looked to the screen.

Dimitri is right you do have a very creative eye Max.

 

[CFMB_fan]

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"Dimitri is right you do have a very creative eye Max."

Max blushed slightly at hre kind words, but coming from a fellow artist, it some how struck a chord, was more meaningful to him it seemed.

As Joan served their coffees, he saw a glimpse of her breasts as she bent over, he was attracted to her and had flirted with her in the past but to no avail.

Joan turned and walked away displaying the majority ofher back, almost free from any skin blemishes.

Turning back to Natasha, "Well Thank you for your kind word Natasha, but it helps with having a pretty person who knows how to carry herself and photographs well..."

He winked cheekily as he paid her the compliment...

"Have you ever modelled for anyone Natasha?"

He reached for his coffee and took a sip as he stared at the screen, looking at Natasha...

 

[Asa]

Long ago.

She smiled briefly thinking back to her grandmother painting all of her grandchildren playing in the field.

What about you. Have you ever modeled before?

 

[CFMB_fan]

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Matt sipped his coffee as he thought about he question...

"Sort off I guess for a few friends on the Photo-course... we often posed for each other if we were trying to create new effects or test out new lighting.... but in a more formal setting no......"

Matt placed his cup back onto the over-sized saucer. From her earlier question, he guessed why she had asked him.

"But Would happy to do so.... "

He met her eyes as he studied her face... "Maybe we can pose for each other, There are some arches in a local park"

He quickly showed a photo on his laptop.

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"Where I think it would be great to have a model in chic sassy attire.... such as you. I just love how those arches curve and fade to infinity."

His eyes questioned hers as he sipped more of his coffee.

 

[Asa]

She looked at the picture and nodded drinking her coffee.

Yes one day that would be lovely. As well as us modeling for each other as well I am always looking for new subjects to incorporate into my works.

She drank a little more of her coffee watching his eyes.

 

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Matt just nodded as she spoke. Some times he had a specific project on his mind, work or pleasure and that was all he wanted to focus on till it was completed, Natasha was probably similar.

"So what projects have you got running at the moment? Myself I'm kinda in between, just finishing a commission last week, so kinda at a lose end at the moment."

He sipped his own coffee, meeting he r dark intoxicating eyes with his own.

 

[Asa]

A local gallery showing and wherever creativity takes me once I am back in my studio for the week.

She smiled capturing those eyes in her artwork a sketch or painting would be amazing. Then an idea...

I would love an escort to the gallery showing. Would you be interested?

 

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"An Escort?" He almost joked "But you couldn't afford me...." but decided better not to scare her off with his at times some what odd humour...

"Sure I guess, when does your exhibition open?"

He closed the laptop, and inserted the memory card back into the camera. "Want me to come as an unofficial photographer?"

 

[Asa]

Two days... That little gallery on Second ave. It starts at 6. I like that unofficial photographer idea too. We could meet here or at my studio. I will be staying there for a few days getting ready. Speaking of which are you busy today or would you like to take a look see if anything inspires you?

She finished her coffee and sat back a little relaxing. It was so refreshing to talk to someone about her interests and for it to be shared interests was refreshing.

 

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"Two days?" repeated Max...

"Not long..... how organised are you...... ?" asked in a sensitive inquisitive tone...

He stretched his legs under the table, unintentionally touching her calf with his as he reached for his wallet. He turned around and saw Joan at the counter...

"Bill please" as he opened his wallet and took out a $20 note.

 

[Asa]

I can get our drinks.

Holding out a credit card to Joan.

I am mostly ready still deciding on a couple of pieces to add.

 

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"Almost ready?" well good for you.. based on photo exhibtions at college, most of us artists are never ready until the event ahs closed."

"Thanks" as she got he card out - but no need...."

"well if you want a second opinion on those finale few pieces......"

 

[Asa]

That would be nice and thank you. I can pay for my coffee but if you are trying to be nice then thank you.

She smiled to him as she collected her things.

 

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Max collected his items, closing the laptop and placing it inside his camera bag, together with the camera.

Moments later he was outside with Natasha.

"So your studio to finalise your exhibition exhibits?" As he stood close to her, he realised how petite she was compared to his tall muscular frame.

He turned and walked with her as he started to make idle conversation asking her how long she had lived in the area and so on.


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[Asa]

5'5" had never felt all that short till now. He was taller than her husband. No she was not going to think about her husband at all she was going to enjoy her show and her guest.

Around the corner and two doors down.

It was a fairly industrial area her studio being one of the divided two story sections turned residential. It was home it always would be since her current dwelling felt more prison than anything.

 

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Max walked next to Natasha as they made their way to her studio, located on an old industrial area. The area had been re-developed in recent times, many of the old warehouses and building having been converted into homes or redeveloped into small units, depending on their location. But parts of the area were still maintained their original appearance, and something which Max loved, especially on days of bright sunlight and moody clouds.

Natasha's studio was no exception as he walked in, and up a flight of stairs or two into her top floor studio. It was large, spacious and airy, with plenty of natural light. A couple of the walls had been painted white, but others maintained their original natural colours...

"Lovely studio Natasha, be great for a photography studio, with all this natural light and the texture of the brick walls..."

He faced her as she looked for some of her pieces that she wasn't sure about...

"So these pieces Natasha that you want another opinion on?"

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[Asa]

She smiled about his compliment about her apartment studio.

Thanks... This was home for a long time. In a way still is.

She motioned to a couple of paintings. Inspiration clearly taken from the view of the bay out the window.

Sunset or hard days work?

 

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Max looked at the two photos as he scratched his chin with his hand as he looked at one and then the other, before moving them closer to each other...

"The Sunset is lovely - a lovely mixture of reds, oranges yellows, and the darkness of the landscape. A lovely contrast..."

"But the picture of those workers in the car workshop, the sweat on their brows, the dark grime on their blue coveralls, the look of concentration in his face....." he pointed to one of the workers, I do feel you have caught the tension in that work shop..."

"I'd suggest both to be honest.. but if space is limited, then I'd go for the sunset as it is a favourite theme of mine....."

He turned to face her.

 

[Asa]

Both it is...

She smiled with a nod.

Now I have an idea... Stand over by the old brick wall there deep in thought... Maybe leaning against it? Kind of in the mood to sketch.