masterpiece || matthew espinosa

II

song: wildwood - fleurie

Once again I was at the art room, with one art magazine in my hand. One foot was crossed under my dangling leg, and I flipped the page. A beautiful painting by Edgar Degas covered both pages. It was  a picture of a dance class in action. The front girl in the air, the others watching. Some scattered the floor, tying there delicate point shoes.

The next page was a one paged painting of a few people riding the horses across a hill.

It's funny how Edgar was fascinated by the same things as me. Horses, dancing, and art. He's definitely by far my favorite artist. The work he did was beautiful. The colors he chose, and the way he drew it.

When I'm out in public drawing, people ask me or tell me that it's creepy. I just answer them with an Edgar Degas saying.

"We were all made too look at each other, weren't we?"

That shuts them up pretty quickly. After another minute I heard feet padding on the concrete ground, and Matt popped up in the door frame. "Hey," he mumbled sitting down across from me. I gave him a small smile, and stood up getting paper and a pencil.

"Draw a persons face. Just a random face. Someone on the wall, someone from your family. Anyone."

He seemed to understand, so I left him to his work. He stopped a few times to erase a slight mistake he had made, but went right back to work. I reminded myself to thank Mrs. Van for letting us use the room after.

After about fifteen minutes he leaned back in his chair. "Done," I leaned over the table, twirling the paper to me. I frowned, the drawing looked like. . . Me.

"Me?" I squeaked

He smiled, "Yeah," he laughed a little. "You kinda fascinate me."

"Oh?" I studied the drawing. It was magnificent. The lines were perfect, the shading beautiful. "You know how to draw, don't you?" He shrugged. Then it all clicked

"This is beautiful, Matt. You should talk to Mrs. Van. Get on the Art Board."

"No way, That's social suicide." He stood up collecting his things. I put his drawing on the stack of drawing, and put his name on it. He headed to the door frame, "Thanks, Evangeline." I smiled, my eyes fluttering. I called him out before he went threw the door completely.

"You aren't failing Art are you?"

He shook his head, "Nope," and flashed his signature goofy smile. I watched as his tall frame left the room.

He was somethin' else.

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that's it. sorry it's short
don't be a silent reader
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