Man Of Imagines

Art Deco

(Sculptures in the story are inspired by Denise Romecki's ceramic sculptures. Bless up!)

It's around 5pm when you get a call that there are new people visiting the local art gallery, where your work is at. They ask you to come and awnser some questions from costumers since mostly all the work there is yours. You get in your car and races to the gallery. You identify yourself and walks up the small stairs to the first floor where everything is and looks
around, already a lot of people, you correct your bun and clears your throat before holding your hands politely on your back and starts to walk around. David had just left his apartment,
the first time in three days. He'd showered and cleaned his clothes himself and decided to take a break from his writing session. He walked around the Turkish ghetto of Berlin with keen interest in absorbing culture. He spotted a group of people walking into a building and decides to join. As he climbs the stairs he's impressed by the various works of glass, clay and paint.

"Oh thank you sir! That's kind of you, well if you want more information you can go to the info desk over there and hopefully they can help you out. Have a nice day further." You bow your head and makes another round. "Oh ma'am, you can't do that, no touching the sculptures, got it? Okay thank you ma'am." You walk away from her with a racing heart and sighs un relief she didn't touched you good
3 month sea sculpture. He walked up to one sculpture and walked around it. He looked at it
and noticed how it resembled a wave. You look to your side to see a man circulating around one of the sculptures, it looked kind of silly. You walk up to the man and smiles. "Can I help you sir?" He perks up and stands tall while clearing his throat. "Oh yes, I wanted to know more about this piece. Who's the artist?" "Aha, well that's me sir. (Y/N) (L/N), pleased to meet you." You smile and nods your head slightly. He offers his hand to you to congratulate you. "Well it's an honor to meet you Ms. (L/N). Your
work is lovely. What medium is this? Surely it's not clay or blown glass?" "That means a lot to me, thank you. Well it is clay but mostly it's sand and gravel." You shake his hand. "As you take a closer look, you'll see the little rocks sticking out slightly, causing to give it a.shadow underneath it without having to use darker toned paint."

He shakes your hand and shoves it one of his hands into his pocket and lets the other hang by his side. "Incredible and how long have you been doing this? How long do you take to make your pieces?" "I've studied a lot if different kinds of nature, as this one is a wave, I had a beach house like 2 years ago and that's what inspired this. Mostly it takes up to 5, maybe 6
months, but that's no problem at all. I enjoy what I'm doing." He nods and smiles. "Well I really love your work. I'd like to buy this piece. My drab workspace and apartment need something close to nature instead of the cold modern necessities there now. How much?" You always hated this part when they ask the costs, it makes you feel needy but people say it's an okay prize. You just enjoy doing what you do and really don't need all the money. "€850." You sigh.and bites your lip. You clear your throat and smiles "If you like the nature sculptures, I can recommend my other collection on the other side of the room: a world of animals. It has the same twist but with the mastjetic animal kingdom, which I'm also very passionate about." You smile. "Those have been standing there for some years now and I'm unable to find people who like them, those prizes are lower because of it and it may be a nice piece if you have budget." You clap your hands together.

Someone nudges your shoulder, handing you a microphone and he whispers in your ear that you have to send some people out due the
amount of other people and buyers want to come in. "Hm okay.." you whisper back to the man and pats his shoulder. "Can I have your attention please? Yes? Great. l'm (Y/N) (L/N), artist of this new collection and first of all; I'm glad everyone is enjoying themselves and your support means the world to me, I'm only 29..Who would've thought I would end up here? not me." You smile and looks around. "I guess I'm good with my hands." The people laugh. "That sounded a bit weird, didn't it?
Now let's get to the point. Outside, there is a line and people are waiting to get in. Some people are just sitting around in here so I would like to escort some people outside to let new people in. So would you please follow the instructions of the crew and yes, have a nice day further. Oh one more thing, buyers can go to the info desk and write your name down, I will meet up with you as soon as possible. Good afternoon." You smile and hand the microphone back to the security people and walks back to the man. "My apologies, uhm, Do
you maybe have any other questions Sir?" You put your hands on your back as some security members escort some people outside. "Here." You hand him a warm cup of coffee from a stand. "Once again my apologies, I'm such a bad hostress." You scatch the back of your head. "I'm not really used to people, I mostly sit alone at home."