Riverton High School

~19~

"Art and love are the same thing: It's the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you."

- Chuck Klosterman

Emily and Brooke set out to explore the downtown california art museum called collections. A simple title, but ironically powerful art work.

While they trailed the extensive museum, Emily recited to Brooke the juicy details of her hook up with Carter. While listening, Brooke reacted loudly, laughed bluntly, and walked stumbling. Many heads turned to see what the commotion was about. Brooke tended to draw un due attention to herself.
"You have to act a certain way here Brooke." Emily whispered.

"Ready to get out of here." Brooke sighed.

Emily dragged her to a black lop sided statue, that was the shape of a deformed letter p, with white specks across it. It was rugged with no shine. Brooke stared at it in confusion.

"What does this even mean?" Brooke sighed, tapping her foot in impatience trying her best to analyze it.

"Whatever you want it too mean Brooke, art is about interpretation.." Emily said,

staring intently at the sculpture. She circled it knowingly like a true art and enthusiast, looking at every angle. She tried to related to any thought in her mind, she was so caught up in the sculpture that she didn't notice the boy standing right next to her.

He had bright naturally red curls, and brown freckles, he had on a white button up shirt to the neck, with a brown dress jacket with one button done up.

He was studying the sculpture just as deeply. Arching his eyebrows in probing thought. Emily looked over at him slightly and then back to the sculpture. Brooke by this time had made her way over to the wine section, hovering over the imported bottles of which she could not drink.

"Pretty sculpture." Emily smiled looking over at the boy.

"More like majestic." He hummed adjusting his suite jacket. He circled over to another sculpture and like a cat to yarn Emily followed.
"I've always had an appreciation for different." he smiled at her.

Emily always liked art. In fact, those were the only types of books she'd check out at the library, until she discovered on her own the beauty of museums.

"As a child I had the custom of over analyzing simple things in life like a spot on the wall or crack in the paint.." The boy's expression drifted into thought, his words smooth like silk and purposeful.

"It was considered odd to many that I would stare knowingly at spilled milk, or at the contents of my sisters glittering jewelry box. Eventually it landed me a nice spot in Riverton's collections downtown museum.." He laughed, turning to point up at a beautiful portrait with an array of splashed shades, specks, lines, and curves. It looked like an abstract tropical firework, with unique florescent blues, yellows and oranges. Emily blinked quickly.

"No way.. that yours?" she asked. moving closer admiring it. He nodded proudly. He was very prestigious in voice and stature. He was only 17, he worked very hard and early life to achieve such an honor.

Emily fumbled to get out for camera and took several photos even urging him to stand on the side of his art. She leaned in closer, reading the signature at the very bottom. 'Adam Watson' She turned smiling at him.

"An honor to meet you." She laughed reaching out to shake his hand.

"It's a pleasure." He chuckled. He explained he'd only been in the museum as a new artist for 5 months and that he trained with several artist gaining experience and talent through connection.

"Do you live locally?" Emily asked.

"Right around the corner and I go to private school." He smiled his bright red cheeks glowing. "I have an interview in a few, so I'll see you around."

He waved. Emily waved back, turning to face an annoyed Brooke.

"Ready to go right now." Brooke sighed. yanking Emily's wrist out of the museum.