Pen & Pedagogy

"Very Dadaesque." Elliot Moss cried, gesturing with his half-empty wineglass at the thin, nondescript mechanical pen laying upon the floor at the northeasternmost corner of the rectangular, low-ceilinged art gallery. "Indeed," Sabrina Vesora agreed, adjusting her scarf, studying the artifact as a crowd of journalists and local social climbers moved by. It was situated such… Continue reading Pen & Pedagogy

The Silence & The Howl | Part 3

CHAPTER THREE The art gallery buzzed like a nest of agitated hornets. Harmon, dressed in his finest dirty T and sun-eaten jeans and moving from the entrance to stand before the gala proper, found the chatter irksome and the low, odd-filtered light disorienting. He liked the dark and quiet. Despite his proclivities he had agreed… Continue reading The Silence & The Howl | Part 3

The Photographer’s Dilemma (V)

When she arrived at Jamie's apartment she was surprised, it was far less expansive and glitzy than she had expected, given he was a friend of Calvin's. She knocked and Jamie quickly answered, smiling. "Hey, you alright." "No, not really, not at all." She went inside and was given a cup of coffee and sat… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (V)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (IIII)

Campbell returned home elated. Finally, after all her struggles, she would be having her first major gallery showing, at one of the premiere lounges in the city and on a weekend no less where the maximal number of people would be likely to show up. It wasn't just good, it was perfect. She moved sprightly… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (IIII)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (III)

The wicked droning of the club-speaker's drowned out all conversation, interaction was relegated to drunken glances and sensual movements. A communication of primal rhythm. Ariadne Campbell sat in the corner, starring sullenly at her half-empty glass. She could see them out of the corner of her eye. Dancing, kissing, rubbing, whispering about fucking. Her lip… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (III)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (II)

"That fucking bastard." Ariadne Campbell mouthed the words under mint and marijuana tainted breath as she beheld the large five foot by five foot drawing which hung upon the pure white wall of the gallery pulling all present eyes towards it with is grim and imposing majesty, even as it repelled with its stark audacity.… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (II)

The Photographer’s Dilemma (I)

Ariadne Campbell scoffed. "It's... really quite dreadful. He's talented, clearly, but it's just so... grotesque." The woman's companion, a bulky man with golden hair, dressed in a blazer that was far less expensive than it looked, folded his arms took a step away from the painting. He scanned the composition for a few moments and… Continue reading The Photographer’s Dilemma (I)