CHAPTER ONE
USA Billings.
City in Montana.
Longing for beauty is a virtue, a flair that every sensitive artist would love to
possess, and being an artist requires possessing an objective mentality, and an
appreciated free method of analysis. Speaking of art as a virtual universe could be
an objective paraphrasing of an artist's perspective, perhaps what we seek through
the artist's eyes, the hazel eyes represent
reality
, and what we live is an illusion, a virtual coma of filthy deception!
Charles Colombo the Italian-American artist and Businessman; craves growth and
expansion and all its Glory, his soul is a little weary of the humdrum and ordinary. Life has much to offer, he knows this in his heart. It is fertile with possibilities, but
he has had difficulties conceiving how he can best tap into this abundance. HE
wants to break free! All the freedom he seeks is within himself. Imagining sitting on top of a luscious mountain, alone, with only his internal voice
for company… Charles, wasn't completely alone that night, like many other nights, frequently, the magic of euphoria is his everlasting companion, the concept of
female
to cherish. "Push aside all interruptions and allow yourself to dream. What conceptive thoughts filter into your head?
even make your heart race. Is it to do something, go somewhere, connect with
someone?" Charles inhaled, examining the two astonishing ladies in his bed, releasing his ladies from distress is his profession. Pleasing them is an honor to
brag about perpetually! they completely surrendered to his hypnotizing speech. However, Charles was not a great speaker, in fact, he is known for being rather a
great listener... Charles continued, feeling their heart racing and their skin blushing, he smiled in
victory, he is fully aware of his abilities and influence on any lady, desired by the
most desirable ones! "Or, you’re already aware of a desire, and have been
doubting yourself" He could liberate them from doubts, he led them directly to one solid fact, that is
pleasing him is the cure
, the way he
pleases them, starting with words, praises, and compliments, moving to another
phase of the sexual revolution, his touches had them raising the white flag!
Trading words with actions; mental ecstasy with a massive physical pleasure. Later that night, as he sat on the edge of the bed, knowing that he's all alone again, he felt the block lift... It is HIM and nature. Here he could be who and what he
wanted to be. No stress, no worries about anyone else, the world is far away, remembering this feeling, this freedom. All the freedom he seeks is within himself.
He couldn't sleep, thinking about all the excitement of the upcoming day, this is
his first art exhibition in Montana, mentally reviewing the recent successful
exhibitions in many other places around the world; Milan,
his home-town
, Rome, Paris, Istanbul, Beirut, Moscow and New York. Now that he decided to settle in
Montana, Where his heart urged him to stay, where he could refine his soul by the
the remedy of the fascinating mother nature, a dream about the treasures of a hidden
future he once portrayed in his sketchbook…
A future that will function his plans of evolving himself within the circle of art, expand the fame of his creative mind. 16 May 2018\ Yellowstone Art Museum\
Surrealism art by Charles Colombo
Italian aria music is playing. A crowd of celebrities, businessmen and businesswomen, artists and press
members were attending. "I loved every piece of them! You left me speechless, as usual, you are such an
extraordinary artist, everyone is willing to buy more than one portrait!" Kathryn
Gray proudly announced, waiting on praise by Charles, who seemed to be
completely indifferent to that compliment, eyeing the attendances, added after a
minute of consideration:
13"those portraits are not for sale, they will display in the museum for a month, I'm
not trading my talent." He firmly concluded, when his eyes caught another scene, somehow a familiar tranquillity occupied his sanity, led him even closer, where he
could crystallize a bold vision of what took his breath away... There she was, a
masterpiece of his subconscious dreams, she has an exquisite being, and the look
in her upturned icy-blue eyes; had his heart beaten for life, she smiled, lit his world
with her warmth. "lady, I apologize for being inconvenient, but it’s not allowed to take pictures of
the portraits, those are a private domain." He gently notified her and took a step
closer, facing her, she smells like a wild English garden, her wine-red fringe hair
glows fire, her fair skin reflects purity and lust, he wanted to reach out and touch
her lips, full and glossy red even in the fading light of the hall. This time, she was
gazing in his almond-shaped hazel eyes, biting her lower lip, smiling wickedly, and
claimed timidly…
"they're so beautiful; dark and gloomy … The girls in your portraits, I couldn't
resist the desire.." Her voice drifted off ... Swallowed breathlessly, setting him on
fire by her captivating looks, and attractive tone... "you could simply ask, or you could have any of them, I'd gladly let you have what
you wish for if you have a beer with me."
Charles has a straightforward method of flirtation, no games to waste her time, no
deception, he has so much to offer, a man with an undying appetite for beauty…
"Meet me tonight at the Harvest club, we'll talk business, I'll make you an offer
you can't refuse". She replied without delay, set her gaze on him, her timidity
changed into treacherous confidence, her eyes promised him a thousand years of
darkness, he could sense her intensity, could feel the devilish influence within her
speech, but he couldn't hold back. He must seek more of her, she drew his full attention, never met a woman like her!
That day was a day to remember, the young famous artist has gained respect in
another piece of the motherland,
nature
, fame means everything for him, money
isn't what he's missing, life in the way his dreams illustrate, is what he's seeking, life in its beautiful fragile details. Charles chose not to go that night, his intuition
urged him to keep away for a bit longer, time is the illusion that keeps him from
jeopardizing his inner peace... for him, beauty is not fulfilling a desire or seeking the unknown, it's a complete
line of spirituality, a religion to embrace, where God is a skillful artist, and we are
the prestige of his masterpieces.
