Post by Joseph "Joey" Montgomery on Apr 20, 2012 19:53:29 GMT -5
This wasn't as he remembered. T His had been his favorite art gallery in New York, But joey could barley Take notice at the paintings and art work. They were nothing like Paris, Even all the ones he had seen in Europe, Now he remembered why he wanted to leave. No true artist things here. They were all reproductions. No originals. He remembered staying from open till close, looking at the Mona Lisa. It was a perfect piece of art work. The David, the last supper, All perfect things. Nothing seem to watch that thrill but things he painted.
He was bored of all this. The Annoying New yorkers, The cruel people, but he loved it all the same. The Subways, The endless hopes and dreams of people, His friends. Amri was gonna flip when he found out he was back and they were going to the same school. France had been nice, Lots of cute french guys, Plenty of art work, He got his First degree in the affiliations of art work. A easy class, Now he was here for the real thing. Painting and artistic Degree. Also a fashion business degree. He has to do something till his artistic career takes off, and fashion was always hidden love. Anything to get 'men' Out of gap closes. The though of that made him shiver. retail. Eck, His body deserved much more then that.
He sighed as he wondered the halls of the Museum, scaning the art and their meanings. Peace, Love, War, Love, I Hate fruit, Love, Boring shit. It was all the same. Hidden loves, Secret meanings, Hidden symbols, bold colors, dim lighting. He let himself scan all the things seem to wonder his mind for a second till he got bored of it, He needed a smoke. A trip to the warehouse would be needed after this. life was too stressed and New York had only just begun. Why did he leave Europe? Oh right, Friends and Weed.
He was bored of all this. The Annoying New yorkers, The cruel people, but he loved it all the same. The Subways, The endless hopes and dreams of people, His friends. Amri was gonna flip when he found out he was back and they were going to the same school. France had been nice, Lots of cute french guys, Plenty of art work, He got his First degree in the affiliations of art work. A easy class, Now he was here for the real thing. Painting and artistic Degree. Also a fashion business degree. He has to do something till his artistic career takes off, and fashion was always hidden love. Anything to get 'men' Out of gap closes. The though of that made him shiver. retail. Eck, His body deserved much more then that.
He sighed as he wondered the halls of the Museum, scaning the art and their meanings. Peace, Love, War, Love, I Hate fruit, Love, Boring shit. It was all the same. Hidden loves, Secret meanings, Hidden symbols, bold colors, dim lighting. He let himself scan all the things seem to wonder his mind for a second till he got bored of it, He needed a smoke. A trip to the warehouse would be needed after this. life was too stressed and New York had only just begun. Why did he leave Europe? Oh right, Friends and Weed.
