Post by Maelyk on Jul 19, 2014 7:54:36 GMT -5
It started raining. As I look up to the grey sky, I pondered on how beautiful yet how cruel it was. 'Damn' I thought. My art was going to be destroyed by it so soon after it had been created. Even so, I loved the rain; it washed away the dirt and filth of the world with such grace, it reminded me of myself. Cleaning up the streets when ever I could, then placing master pieces in its place. Some of my art was making the news, my good deeds were known by many of the residents here, but I stood anonymous, my identity was something that many had tried to figure out. They still thought I was a man, but I would give them no hint that I wasn't. I have been told that the best artist are the ones that are unknown.
I laughed, the sound of myself waking me up from me deep thoughts. I hadn't realized that the rain had picked up and I was soaked. I look down to myself, stained in the colors of my trade. Most of it was starting to wash off, but I knew from experience that it was already too late for it to completely rinse out. With a sigh I looked down to the entrance of the alleyway at which I stood. If only I could do my art out in the open, away from these dingy, hidden passages, where my work would take awhile to get noticed. However, the art would be cleaned up immediately if it were in the open, or they would just stop me from making it to begin with. It isn't graffiti, it washes away, yet they still want to get it away from public view as fast as possible. I never understood it.
I had to go now. I felt heavy with the addition of these wet clothes. My piece won't be seen to its full beauty, but the rain won't wash away all of it. I reached down and yanked the knife that was jammed into the head of the would be filth out. Putting in into my bag with many other tools I looked back to the body. Carved so beautifully, I wondered what everyone would think of it. Sadly, the beautiful splatters of red that had surrounded the cadaver were going to be gone by the time this one was found. I flung my backpack onto my shoulder and flipped the hood of my jacket up. Maybe one day I will get a key to the city for making the streets a better place. As I walked out of the alley I took one last glance back, seeing the last of the blood flow down the drain, and I smiled, my head already filling with ideas for the next one. Everyone will love it.
I laughed, the sound of myself waking me up from me deep thoughts. I hadn't realized that the rain had picked up and I was soaked. I look down to myself, stained in the colors of my trade. Most of it was starting to wash off, but I knew from experience that it was already too late for it to completely rinse out. With a sigh I looked down to the entrance of the alleyway at which I stood. If only I could do my art out in the open, away from these dingy, hidden passages, where my work would take awhile to get noticed. However, the art would be cleaned up immediately if it were in the open, or they would just stop me from making it to begin with. It isn't graffiti, it washes away, yet they still want to get it away from public view as fast as possible. I never understood it.
I had to go now. I felt heavy with the addition of these wet clothes. My piece won't be seen to its full beauty, but the rain won't wash away all of it. I reached down and yanked the knife that was jammed into the head of the would be filth out. Putting in into my bag with many other tools I looked back to the body. Carved so beautifully, I wondered what everyone would think of it. Sadly, the beautiful splatters of red that had surrounded the cadaver were going to be gone by the time this one was found. I flung my backpack onto my shoulder and flipped the hood of my jacket up. Maybe one day I will get a key to the city for making the streets a better place. As I walked out of the alley I took one last glance back, seeing the last of the blood flow down the drain, and I smiled, my head already filling with ideas for the next one. Everyone will love it.
