Pictures at an Exhibition

[ariosto]

closed thread for chanaud and ariosto

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Once again the sensibilities of decent citizens are being challanged in this city. The Gallerie Erotique, that blemish, no that stain, on the fair fabric of the arts in our town has seen fit to display the pornographic work of yet another so called artist who chooses to exercise his meager talents in a style better suited to the gutter than to the walls of a public space. The work ranges from a shocking tromp l'oeil bordering on the photographic to a loose neo impressionism that no Renoir would have tolerated!
If you have a taste for X rated movies, if Behind The Green Door is your idea of a classic film then rush right down to Ariosto's House of Porn and get your fill.
In fact is it coincidental that the Gallerie Erotique's doors are puke green.
Spare us the oil glazed genetalia Mister A and let's see some real art for a change.

Anais Strange...Capitol City Art Review


"Puke Green!" Ari set the paper down.
"Turk our doors aren't puke green are they?"

"No, not really. More a deep turquoise I think."
The burly assistant stood back and surveyed the sumptuous display set out for tonights reception. For a man of his size and apparent coarseness he had a marvelous sense of taste.

Ari sighed,
"I should never have let that bitch have a sneak preview."

"Oh come on boss, you know this kind of publicity is what makes our place tick. I think you and she are in league. You're probably screwing her brains out."

"Well she would be a good lay. Just look at her schnoz. Did I ever tell you my theory of judging a womans carnality by the shape of her nose?"[/i]


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The reception.


As was his usual wont, David arrived late for the opening.
He was pleased to see the gallery stuffed full on such a wet and stormy night. It hadn't always been like this and he could remember lean and hungry times. Many of them.
Although he had made adjustments in his life to his new found success, a better place to live, a car and bills paid on time including alimony, still there was a lot of the 'Southside' in him. In fact many of the decked out guests looked at his intrusion with a mix of distaste and condescending compassion. Obviously a 'street person' come in from the weather by the promise of free food and drink. If only Ari would come over and shoo him gentlyaway with a handfull of stuffed mushrooms and chablis in a plastic cup to go.

David in fact was avoiding the very people who might recognize him, circulating through the crowd and looking for just the right...

"Look at that. Now that is just to much don't you think?"

"Actually I find it intriguing...who on earth would pose for this?" a pause..."I' wonder what the artist is like in person."

opportunity to inject himself...and she was pretty too.

 

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Why Linda said that she didn’t have a clue. The picture was hideous and beyond distasteful. And yet, she found constantly drawn to the oversized pictures. Maybe it was because of its monstrous size, she couldn’t avoid it even if she tried. No, she was indeed fascinated, no matter how distasteful it was. She found herself wondering about the artist himself. What would possess a man to photograph something like that, she had intended to find out. And the only way to find out is to meet the artist himself. Whoever that David Morra was.

“You find the picture intriguing?” A low voice rumbled behind her. Linda turned and saw a man about her height wearing a faceful of beard.

“Intriguing?” She paused for a brief second. “Yes, I suppose intriguing is as best as I can describe it.”

His eyes were large and penetrating. Linda shifted uncomfortably under his scrutiny. Who is this burly man, she wondered. Carelessly dressed and borderline unkempt, he was different from the crowd. He’s probably another starving artist, who had snuck in for the free food and alcohol, she decided.

“How would you describe the painting?” She offered, trying to be polite. Where were her friends, she wondered. Amazing how they disappear when she needs rescuing.

 

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David looked over the girl's shoulder at her companion as he slipped away. He seemed to have a way of clearing space around himself. Maybe it was his height but he wasn't all that tall. Maybe it was his eyes which his former wife had likened to a wolfs. Whatever the reason it was okay. He wasn't fond of crowds and wouldn't have come to his own opening if it hadn't been for a long time friendship with Ari.

“How would you describe the painting?”
She asked.
He looked down at her and smiled.
"I dunno. 'Two People Fucking on a Couch' I guess."

Her pretty brows knit.
She seemed disapointed.
"That's all?"

David crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the huge work again, pretending to study it.
"You mean the metaphorical implications of the woman's seeming
objectivity and dispassionate reserve while being rogered brutaly by a cock large enough to knock over an elephant?...You mean that?"

"Are you serious!"
Linda felt it might be time to go.

"MORRA Goddamit! There you are!"
Turk Brenner strode up behind them, gallery lights glinting from his shiny dome.
"Ari want's to see you now. He has a sale already and the buyer wants to touch base with the artist...
Who's this?"
He interrupted himself and sized the young woman up with a predatory leer.

David slipped his arm around Linda's waist.
"Back off now you heathen, this lady is taken. May I present...."

 

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“Linda. Just call me Linda.” She managed to answer.

“Turk…my good man, meet Linda, just call me Linda.” David chuckled, obviously amused by his own joke. His hand slipped through her arm and was leading her across the crowded room before she could answer.

A few parties stopped and gawked, Linda noticed. They had obviously known who he was. She wondered silently -- What did they think of his photos? Is it really art?

“David darlin’!” A Swedish Nord called out to David.

“Uh oh. Let’s hide.”

“Not this time. The boss told me to stay on your ass, because he’s going to squeeze every cent out of your tight asshole.”
They stopped and stared. Turk blushed. “Uh oh. I don’t think I was suppose to repeat that.”

What the hell did I get myself into? Linda wondered, searching desperately for an escape route. Just incase there’s a brawl, of course.

Despite all that. David stood grinning. He had even forgotten about the six foot goddess gliding towards them.

“Well… you tell that Ari, he only gets what he deserves. Also… oh shit.”

“Darlin’, where have you been hiding?”

Before he had a chance to answer, David and Linda’s arm was being was enveloped by a statuesque blonde. Pulling on her arm, Linda tried to detangle herself from this ménage a trios. But the blonde had a firm grip and she wasn’t about to let go.

“I really should be going. Turk, can you be a dear and direct me to the exit?”

 

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"Linda, this Valkyrie is just a little 'Ol Texas gal, name of Nicky Hunt...Nickie meet Linda."
Somehow David managed to get all this out while being nuzzled and hugged by the statuesque blond.

The name rang a bell in Linda's mind.
Nickie Hunt....Nickie...
A light dawned.
"Your the model!"

David more or less fell from her grasp and she slipped an arm around Linda's shoulders.
"Fraid so. David gives away all mah secrets. He's beastly."
The southern drawl semed incongrous coming from such an elegant creature.

"Do you collect Morra's naughty scribbles too?"

"Ummm no...no I don't."
Linda managed to say, acutely conscious now of being in the center of
a small eddy of attention.

"She doesn't yet that is."
A very odd looking man had joined them, offering both women a bubbling flute of champagne and a disarming smile. He took Linda's hand and kissed it.
"Ariosto my dear. Are you here to buy or to pose?"

David grinned and winked.
"Take your pick Linda, either is fine by me."