light salad for dinner.
Creativity has always saved. This was her life. All
the failures she «stuck» with creativity. She had it, and
he had her. And nothing else. The profit was always enough
only for the most necessary things. Reana never took out a loan
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to buy a house. I didn’t start a family either. I met and met many people, but no one stayed long.
Only the best friend remained unchanged,
with which you could get out to hang out somewhere and still
listen to whining about how everyone around you is a bastard and how
expensive everything has become.
Such a strange life, both monotonous and completely
different every day, because every creation that came out
from under her hand was different from others, with its
own character, even copies were somewhat different. And she
liked that. And he liked it. The angel called. Inaudible.
Invisibly. Touching without touching. Today, new
workpieces are being filled in. A play of substances and forms, liquid and solid,
colorless and colored, a boundless field for
phantasms, a flight over a world frozen in its beauty for
eternity.
And she went to work, putting on a light shirt and a work
apron.
And he assisted her. I wish I could say that,
but no. He wasn’t helping, he was present. And it gave
something more. He needed her. Not that slim
and regular figure, not those hands, not that sweet
,kind face with big brown eyes. He needed
her light – that fountain of blue light of creativity,
inspiration, and fantasy. The same delicious light
that permeated the workshop, only stronger, fresher. When
she was away for a long time, or in close contact
with other people, that light faded. It weakened even when
the works sold out well and there was no need to
create new ones. Therefore, he helped as much as he could:
he took unnecessary people away from her, recognition and success. And he
made her happy, creating happiness out of nothing. The artist
must be hungry. Well, even if not quite hungry,
of course, but a certain creativity is
a certain sacrifice.
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So today we did both. And
they both enjoyed the process, too.
What a wonderful end to the day, an-
gel thought. He felt more powerful than ever, his light
encompassed all corners of his lands, he felt everything,
every being, every blade of grass, every good and evil, and he,