"Today we'll be interviewing famous artist–'Takeshi Eclair'! An artist best known for her romantic depictions of love in a first person perspective showing from the most intimate moments to cuddling and walking through parks. However, my personal favorite has to be her one less famous piece called "The pig" . It's really quite gruesome. In it, we can see the first person holding a knife while a body lay in front, lifeless and splattered in blood. Now, Ms. Eclair is always great at detail and emotion, however this one is my favorite because it's amazingly detailed in outstanding ways. Though she's best known for her romantic paintings, she also every few years paints these creepy and honestly terrifying works of art..I feel like nobody else has heard about it haha.. Now enough blabbering, it seems like Takeshi is back from the bathroom," The interviewer cleared his throat "Everyone give a warm welcome to Takeshi Eclair!" The interviewer smiled gleefully as Takeshi walked onto the set, giving a smile and wave to the camera. Takeshi wore an exaggerated fascinator with a shoulderless dress, covered in beige glitter.
"Hi guys!" Takeshi said warmly, "I'm Takeshi Eclair, though I'm sure that needn't be said" Takeshi giggled as well as the interviewer.
"So Takeshi, welcome to Edmans talk show! It's an honor to have you here,"
"Thank you! I've watched this show since I was young!"
"Oh really??" The man showed interest, smiling a bit.
"Yeah! My mom loved your show so I would always cuddle up beside her and watch you guys. It's kind of a comfort since my mom passed away when I was young." Takeshi had a sad smile,
"I'm sorry for your loss. I know you show some of your weaker sides in your art,"
"Yeah, every month of her birthday I make it an effort to do a painting of her from my childhood."
"That's really sweet." The two shared an awkward moment of silence. "So, tell me about your steps in becoming an artist." The interviewer continued on.
"It probably started when I was 5 haha, I really wanted to become an artist after seeing my dad paint. He really liked to paint stuff for the family as gifts, and eventually I would paint with him. I almost immediately developed a passion for painting." Takeshi would smile widely, "Nothing much from then on, just practice."
The interviewer would stare at her in dead silence for 10 seconds.
"That's adorable," The interviewer would adjust his red tie in the heat, smiling awkwardly before reading his paper again. "And what always inspires you?"
"Emotion. Extreme emotions always inspire me, It's something I seek out in paintings always. I also love scenes with lots of detail. I like spending hours on the smallest things in my paintings just to add more to it."
The interviewer would stop, looking at Takeshi's chest for a moment before muttering something. "You have a really nice dress today," He spoke.
"Thank you, you have some really nice eyes." Takeshi said with a bright smile.
The interviewer's cheeks became a little red, though his whole face was from the heat. He cleared his throat yet again, "Tell me something special about you and your paintings."
"Good question! Well besides all of the things mentioned prior, I would also love to mention how every single painting is based on real life events." Takeshi smiled brightly,
The interviewer wasn't listening, he was just looking at her.
A hand raised up to the tv the interview was playing it on, turning it off. A woman ripped off her fascinator and got up from her recliner, walking down her dark hallway before entering a room. The room was full of knives, guns, a camera, and all around it was foil while the windows were boarded up. A man sat on the tin foil in the dark room, barely alive. The woman gripped onto his red tie, pulling him up to her face, smiling. "Thank you for the eyes." She said, pulling up a jar of eyes and shaking it around in front of him. She let go of him, letting him drop back onto the foil and go into a slouching position. He muttered something, barely able to speak. The woman placed the jar of eyeballs neatly on his hands before backing up. She put her easel up in front of the man and put a large canvas on it before squeezing paint out onto a palette.
"Now smile for the painting!"
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My poems and short stories
PoetryA book of poems/short stories I've made in my spare time to express and cope with my depression and anxiety. A lot of them are sad and deal with s**cidal ideations and attempts that glorify it. I also wrote most of these while I was in a really dark...
