The Purpose Of Finding Love

Art Gallery part-2

Ace silently followed Julie, there were only a few people present in the art gallery. The art gallery is big, Ace speciality is that he only does charcoal work.

"Do you know why I visit this art gallery?" Julie asked looking at the skull charcoal portrait. Ace shifted his gaze from the skull portrait to Julie.

"I don't know, why do you visit this art gallery?" Ace asked crossing his arms.

"This f*****g artist only does charcoal work and I'm not good at charcoal. His work... His work is something else, he only expresses his emotions, messages, feelings and whatever it is through the black and white portrait."

"I'm jealous of his fingers, how can he be so f*****g perfect at this charcoal?" Julie said.

Ace blinked his eyes taken aback by Julie's words. He stayed quiet as he doesn't know what to reply.

"I love and hate his work," Julie said turning her head.

She looked into the eyes of Ace. "Love and hate his work?" Ace asked.

Julie nodded her head. "His work is too perfect to be true," Julie.

Ace didn't understand what Julie is saying. "Hmm, what do you mean? I don't understand," Ace said.

"Everyone has their own perception. In my perception, art is not art if it isn't imperfect. Not everyone has to know that you are imperfect but if it is perfect then there is no difference between an image and art. It has to be imperfectly perfect in my eyes. And this artist..."

"This artist is too perfect to be true. There is no imperfection and that makes some of us insecure and whatnot."

"Hmm, Julie you don't have to feel insecure seeing the work of his. Maybe he has years of experience that's the reason he is perfect. You still have years to learn and as you said everyone has their perception. Maybe he wants his work to be perfect in his perception or maybe he doesn't. Or maybe his thoughts and thinking are perfect that's the reason the end product is perfect but maybe the person isn't perfect," Ace gently explained to Julie.

"If you are not good at charcoal, I'm sure you must be good at oil paints or acrylic. And this artist may not know a thing about oil paints and acrylic. Maybe that's the reason he only does the charcoal work," Ace said.

Julie looked up at Ace in surprise as he spoke to her in a soft yet strong voice. "He might know a thing of oil paints and acrylic paints," Julie replied.

"Maybe... Maybe not. You never know, even if he knew then he wouldn't be as good as you are. Everyone got loopholes and even his art isn't perfect," Ace said.

"His work is perfect," Julie said.

"Hmm, his work might be perfect but it's just art to him without any strings attached to his thoughts. Without thoughts and emotions any art is not perfect," Ace said. 

Ace does art but he doesn't get attached to it. He used to feel a connection with art before but right it's just a pastime where he does and sells. 

Somewhere he is searching for the reason and hope to feel the connection with the art. Julie kept looking at Ace. A lot of questions are running in her mind.

Ace's eyes slightly widen when Julie stepped closer to him. He looked down at her as she stood up on her toes getting closer to him.

Ace gulped down the lump looking at Julie from up close. "Are you sure that you aren't an artist?" Julie whispered.

Ace blinked his eyes, gulping down the lump Ace took a step back. He inhaled heavily looking away as heat crept up his neck and face.

Julie relaxed her feet, stood on her feet as she smiled looking at Ace. Ace didn't know what to tell her.

"Come one, lets go. We have to finish this room and go to the next room," Julie said turning around.

She started walking, Ace licked his lips before he followed Julie. He felt so naked before Julie as she uncovered all his secrets.

Julie shook her head, Ace may look scary and strong but inside he is a softie and shy. He gets tense when he is near to someone other than Maya. Julie observed that even if Gargi standing close to him Ace immediately takes a step back.

Julie stopped at a potrait, "What do you think of this potrait?' Julie asked Ace.

Ace looked at the moving train potrait, he knew that Julie is knowingly asking him questions to know if he is lying about the art.

"You tell me, I'm a gamer not an artist. You are the artist here, help me understand," Ace spoke.

"Haha," Julie replied.

The next hours went by them observing the art, talking about it and sharing their own stories. Julie didn't ask Ace anything. But she knew that Blake was right and Ace is an artist. She doesn't know why he is hiding the fact that he is good at understanding art and knew art.