Creative DifferencesThree months. That was, approximately, twelve weeks, ninety days, or twenty-one hundred and sixty hours.Creative Differences2 years ago in Romance More Like This
But who was counting? Certainly not Zexion. He had better things to do. Deadlines to meet. Art galleries to populate.
Paintings to hopefully sell.
Practically covered in acrylic from head to toe, the blue-haired artist scrutinized his work, stepping over a mixing palette and a few scattered brushes on his studio floor to get a closer look out of his one unobstructed eye.
Detailed. Lines precise, without a doubt. It was also static, no movement. Just like the last five he'd attempted.
Just about the opposite of what he was supposed to be working on.
He'd been signed to show in a gallery in two weeks time. The theme was movement, the show's name Vibrance.
Zexion was, undoubtedly, unequivocally screwed, and he knew it.
Cupping his chin in one hand, entirely unconcerned