My name is Sheilling, I have graduated from a university for 4 years, being a painter in reality as well as in name. I worked in Donson studio, painting specially for revolutionize.
As you know, the great revolution has been vigorously underway for 3 months. Before the revolution I am only a poor painter selling post cards drawn by myself, for $2 one card, and merely 20 cards were sold out every day. I live a sorry underpaid life, sharing a room with other 2 painters, May and Penny, who were in the same condition as me.
Our lives were changed after we took part in the Donson studio, disseminating for great revolution. This studio support us meals all day as well as chambers so that every one of us can concentrate on painting. The studio has a nature of anti-government, all our activities were deceiving the publics. However, our finished masterpieces were always taken to the public revolution exhibition and give majority of revolutionary enlightenment.
The subject of revolution this time is against dictatorship of our country. No matter parade demonstration, open lecture or attack on city hall, each activity has been carried out in full swing. The revolution leader also held all kinds of convocations to plan new operation and inspire the publics. Among them the art gallery is one of the most important tache. Every time when some hero of the revolution stopped in front of my work and seems to be pensive, I will be very proud of that and forget my hardship as well as dangerous condition.
My superior is a woman around forty years old. Catherin is ice noble, hardly anyone would prefer to be close to her for her severe and hypercritical. Unfortunately, we had to meet her every day in order to be supervised. Some of our painters are quite good at flatter and intend to be treated gentler, but Catherin seems to be not appreciate at all, once they have something wrong while paint, she will severely criticize them as usual.
By the first time I came here, I found myself study a lot, even more than what I have learnt in the university. Most should be owe to Ms. Catherin, if not for her harsh criticism, I will never make such a great improvement. Practice will always stimulate theories, though I studied so much theories in the uni and practice my painting ability by drawing postcards, I still can not meet Ms. Catherin's requirement at the beginning.
"You are like the little child who never learn any painting! Look at your stupid doodle! It's not related to people's unfortunate life at all! Neither does it satirize current events......."
"I think of it a good one! At least it is colorful, and give the public ideal imagination and hope." I disproved her words gently but confirmedly. On my picture there was a charming girl carrying her bottle, she is irrigating roses on the windowsill, with crystal dews on them reflecting the sunshine.
"Colorful but in disorder, warmth but luck of potency dimension. Moreover, the composition is short of planning." Her comment was devoid of any merit.
My heart was broken and tears were spinning in my eyes. Catherin pretended to see nothing about my expression and continued," Please recompose your painting, there should be more light in the girl's face, her clouds should be austerity, not like a noble young lady. These flowers are better to be lily or jasmine, to serve as a foil to her character, innocent instead of overdo. Just keep on thinking about how to improve your work. Don't be easily satisfied. Challenge yourself!"
I become enlightened at once, instead of being depressed, I was quite inspired to fulfill the requirement of Ms. Catherin. I took out a new canvas from the drawer and began to rearrange the new picture using my pencil. " Whenever I finished my sketching, can I ask for your advice and then begin to color it?" I asked Catherin honestly. "Of course, I hope this time you will be all right." she smiled unexpectedly.
After that, under the severe training of Catherin, our studio became famous in all the revolution studios in the city. Many rich revolution leaders are willing to purchase our works in the underground auction for thousands of money, and then invites lots of clients to their house and organize new activities. This quite encourage us, so we work even harder than before.
The happy life does not last long. The government begins to pounce on revolution members again after being beaten off. These weeks there are many massacre reports about revolutionaries on the top line of the newspaper, so glare as bloody corpses are just in front of us. Every day when I arrive at the studio, my workmates pretend to be happy, boys and girls, they make jokes on the others in order to conceal their inner fears. Tommy and Robert are quite so.
"Hey, Tommy," said Robert, " Have you watched the news today? Did you find anything funny?" He put his arm onto Tommy's shoulder. (Ms. Catherin hasn't arrived yet.)
"What do you mean? You mean the 5 guys in Satan district who have been murdered? Oh, those unfortunate guys! They died quite miserably!" Tommy answered in a casual way, and scratches the little besmirch of his breakfast in T-shirt.
"Yeah! They are unfortunate guys! Who knows where their heads are? Poor guys, they died in dreams without knowing anythings. They are all revolutionaries, and they shouldn't sleep together, maybe just being too friendly, do you know why?" Robert asked craftily.
" They are just gays, actually."
" Haha! That's interesting. But my question is, what's the measure of murdering?"
"I don't know, I do not be bothered to study this."
"You must study it, Mr. Tommy. Because it may happen on us." Robert is a little bit agitate." All of their heads are confiscated by the murderer! So whenever we sleep we had to surround our necks with metal scarf! so that we can keep our bodies intact when we died."
Tommy laughed ," That's a good idea! You little genius! I should have awarded the Nobel prize to you! So what use do those heads have? Just for fun?"
" I have no idea either," said Robert in an oily tongue," May be sent to the football producing center, who knows! Or the wax house, so that they can have the new bodies."
" Stop talking! You little crazy devils! I am eating my breakfast, don't affect my appetite!" Miss Emma protested.
"Hahaha...take care of yourself!" Both boys laughed loudly.
However, we never imagined that the worst things may happen on us too. We laughed at other people's misfortune, and forget to be on guard against the dangerous things.
Another exhibition has taken place in Monster District. We painters in the studio are honored to put our works into the exhibit room.
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