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The Artist Who Failed the World
The Artist Who Failed the World
The Artist Who Failed the World
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WARNING: Contains high impact horror and mature themes. Discretion is advised.

With his brush in hand, Boaz paints madly. His technical skills are without peer, but, as his old art teacher Julie would know, he has a lot of growing to do in the world outside his canvas. He is set on a dangerous path; to change the world at all costs.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherLex Williams
Release dateFeb 2, 2019
ISBN9780463726679
The Artist Who Failed the World
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Lex Williams

Lex Williams is a novelettist ( although occasionally writing novellas with the rare novel ) whose intent is to take advantage of self-publishing stories to provide interesting, different and weird ideas that you won't find in traditionally published stories. Williams typically writes for the horror genre ( usually dipping into the surreal variety ), but has explored other areas, such as ( non erotic ) romance and science fiction.

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    The Artist Who Failed the World - Lex Williams

    The Artist Who Failed the World

    Lex Williams

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    Copyright 2019 Lex Williams

    Thanks to my editor, Lee Cope, who I found through writerfind.com.

    Thanks to my cover artist, Pius Pranoto, who I found at deviantart.com under the username, telaga.

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    The footsteps of the patrons echoed in the art gallery. The ambient noise was little more than a soft murmur beyond the hum of the air conditioning. The wooden floor was polished until it half-reflected a flipped world.

    In both worlds, a tall, young man with an unkempt moustache sat on a seat. His hands were clasped together in front of his face. On either side of his fingers, his eyes stared with an intensity usually reserved for hearing that you've been diagnosed with stage four cancer.

    Beside him sat a short, old woman. She sat far more comfortably. Between her gnarled fingers, a cigarette burned. She glanced at him and then back at the painting.

    On the wall before them was Vincent Van Gogh's At Eternity's Gate. The man in the painting leaned forward on an angle similar to the man with a moustache who watched.

    The old woman took a puff of her cigarette. As she spoke, smoke slithered out from the corners of her mouth. What are you thinking, Bo?

    Boaz stood up and stepped toward the paintings. He clasped his hands behind him. Look at that colour palette. Classic Van Gogh. Boaz was careful to pronounce his name correctly. It's like a memory - the emotion is there but the details may not be exact.

    The old woman stood up and stepped beside him. She pointed her cigarette at it. I'm somewhat taken with his use of the brush. He wants you to notice them. The underlying line-work in the paint is part of the craft. There's a lot you could learn about infusing character into the brush strokes from him.

    Boaz glanced at her. I knew you'd like that, Julie. You like that sort of thing.

    I usually like line-work?

    Boaz smiled. Mastery of technique.

    Julie nodded. I like a man who knows what he's doing.

    Boaz pointed at the painting. And he did. He knew exactly what he wanted to say. This is the purest realisation of his experiences. The clearest message he could send before taking his own life. This … this is the very kind of thing that can change the world.

    Julie took a puff from her cigarette. Don't get too attached. Whether or not he killed himself, he still had mental problems. Besides, this wasn't the last ever painting he made. His experiences may not have been reflected as you assume in his art.

    Boaz scoffed. "Art is the most reflective thing you can make, short of a mirror. Look at it. It's a man in the purest throes of depression, the very title

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