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lonely flower on walk

By: aruntp

Page 1, “A women who is creative, displaces her inner desire by mirroring exhibitionism through visual arts in different angles.”

She was a professional watercolor painter who has created wonderful arts on nature over the years. She travels year around where the beauty blends her inner soul. She never sketches in darkness, but live on the spot. The flying birds and hues of nature stands still on her canvas.
 
She has exhibited her work in most of the art galleries around continents where her taste blends. Her paintings are sold-out around the world.
 
She was open to welcome criticisms from her fans but never fallen on the lines, as her creativity was instant where the nature shows beautiful scenes. She had ever fallen in love with appreciations and awards. She was chosen a many times for all instances she rejected each time she got the reward.
 
She was chosen many times to take lectures in art schools, where she sketched rainbow of new ideas in her audience’s.
 
Some how her life was like a barren land, She was not married or had a boy friend. She never complained of it, but the desire to have a boyfriend bloomed like a flower always inside. She floated in her fantasies many times, but overtime it breaks like a bubble on flight.
 
 Her heat of sexual desires was displaced in private through fantasies. She wants to kiss a man, but never had an opportunity, she want to love, but never, she wants to hug, talk, laugh and was having intense desire to have a child, but never happened. She watched every corner and scanned every male face but never satisfied to satisfy her creative talent.
 
On the other side many men swarm around her to get her love and affection. She never accepted any but she wrapped all her desire inside. She never met a man who can support her life. Her world was beautiful as a heaven. She looked a man who can create an additional creative bond and walk with her all her way. She knows a man comes in lust, he never knows the value of beauty, and he usually rapes the beauty and makes it vulgar.
 
Once she met a lady photographer on a beach! They became close friends after few days. They shared sunsets and moon rise together. The women were swimming in strange ideas of desires through fantasies and ultimately she burst everything to her friend like a musical thriller! One day they planned to create those fantasies in reality.
 
Now the odd creative frame was on work. It was cool, dark night. It was rainy. The women stripped for exposing her desires, on the other side the arrangements for setting the camera was over. She posed her body in all angles nude. The result was amazing to be fit for nude body art competition. All set in artistic exposure of light and shades in black and white format. The photographer was puzzled about her work. Giving all copyrights to the women she took a great amount for her work.
 
After few months the women started exhibiting those frames in art gallery halls for public. Exhibition created a wonderful mood. The visitors were puzzled about the theme, many argued to cancel the show, but many accepted it. Medias took advantage at the maximum and wrote what they can in a negative and positive fashion. The exhibition created vibration around the artistic community, the ripples shifted all around the society in a rapid force; some even questioned the authenticity of the artist in a society.
 
Intense criticism through media also focused on the photographer who painted the art. In great pain and humiliation the photographer chooses a path of suicide. She ends her life in front of the art gallery by jumping down from the roof top.
 
Media was on the edge for the situation and many people in society turned against media propaganda making them mute. Whether any media takes responsibility?
 
 
 
One night in a rainy day the women was raped in her own house by a gang. At last she was killed. The Media became silent on it, but people know the incident as real humiliation to the art and artists. The societies and associations on artists around the country never sat quite, they thought of validating her works as a great art and were hung at great art museum with her memoir.
 
On the bottom it was written as “These Photographs are not for sale” “Do not touch the art!” and a book was kept for writing comments for visitors.
 
The first comment was lined as “Those art imagined and created by the artists are asset to the art world.”
 

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