"......Trompe l'oeil has its origin traced back to the early Renaissance period as has famous artists weaving this technique into famous artwork, Artists like John F Peto, William Harnett, Cornelis, Norbet, and many others uses this Type of painting" Jemi straightened her shades, it wasn't sunny but it was needed, gazing intently at the elderly professor, vigorously gesticulating, yet barely making out his words ".....Trompe l'oeil is a French method of painting that translates to 'deceive the eye' in English, the main reason for this technique is to create an optical illusion of the subject existing, not In one, nor two but the three dimensions" She looked at her fingers, the words in her ears blurry echoes, for seconds all she could see were black dots, dizzy spells hitting her hard, she touched her temples, massaging. "....Note that this isn't a mural painting which is done on walls and ceilings, these are performed on canvas" 'Deceive
"What's that?" Emma asked Jemi who had a hard-covered book on her legs close to the sitting room window Jemi turned "I got it from the shelf, I think it's Wills" she was back on the book. It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon and they were both in the Sitting room. it was weird for Jemi to be at home at that time, She had lots of questions to ask "What's it about?" "The Monalisa" "An Art piece?" "Yeah" She was trying to spark up a two-way discussion this time, but Jemi was just being Jemi. "You're home today, it's a Wednesday" "I think so" She wasn't going to be frustrated. "Why?" "Nothing really" she was sounding strangled. Prolly getting irritated, Emma thought. Emma went into the kitchen bringing out the last honey-flavoured twist, she opened its red pack with so much. reverence, it had been her favourite snack since the day she found it in a snack store, and right there she had always had it supplied to h
Rain owned the next two days, pouring out from the sky like it had been held for a long time by some unknown force, the house deathly quiet and Empty, the day before, Jemi hadn't even stepped out of her room except to get a glass of water, her lips had looked cracked and sore, Emma tried her best not to inquire if she was feeling well, knowing Jemi, she would definitely say things that might spark her on or say nothing at all. So Emma had spent the day watching TV and reading more romance books, she had cooked some, then stacked up the already stacked freezer. It was a storm, sometimes she looked out the window, seeing water flowing down automatically made her grim, she needed a walk, her legs were itchy. She wanted out of this place. She missed Will, his presence occupied the house in a way nobody else's could, if he was present she wouldn't have been this lonely. Jemi was in her room mostly, if she hadn't known her, she'd have thought she wasn't even in, how did s
Her eyes quivered opened, and shut immediately as a bright light burned her sensitive eyes, where was she? she squinted, heaven? very unlikely, couldn't be heaven, she lay still waiting for the first bout of hot larva on her skin, or was it, soul? when it didn't come, she waited for the wailing and gnashing of teeth she was always told sinners suffered after death. when the quietness and illumination persisted, she thought surprised, maybe she did make heaven after all. she almost laughed in disbelief. fully opening her eyes, it met the ceiling, she frowned, wasn't it supposed to be clouds? then singing angels? where the hell was the hallelujah? she felt the fluffy bed under her back. oh shucks, she was alive. what now? maybe weep. but this wasn't her room, she applied pressure on her wrists trying to sit up, but the stabbing pain hit her. she collapsed back wincing. she noticed the drip tube was connected to her arm by a syringe. she used her elbow, holdin
What do you think of Jemi and Emma? Are they the definition of opposite attracts in your term? I should be sincere Emma's character gave me more heartache, how could someone be so sunshiny? I'm a grumpy person, I relate to Jemi's character more, realistic, after all we have all been hurt one way or another by people we hold dear, *quits being sentimental* Dragged behind recently due to work, this week I'll constantly update, thee views aren't much but one view means so so much to me and keeps me going, power of readers. More chapters to unlock, tell me what you think of my two main characters 😍 Or you can criticise them whatever, lol, or not, hoping you enjoy the book
A cell phone rang and immediately stopped, Jemi shut her eyes closed and pulled back, shaking her head back to reality. "It's Will" Emma announced, she dialled the number back and placed it on her ear, "he isn't picking, weird he just called me right now" suddenly she looked like she remembered something "damn" " What?" " he told me he'll be home by Monday, maybe he's mad or something" so they had left, weaving their way, just like they had come in, back to the car, this time they drove in silence, each to her thoughts, Jemi feigned sleep, her cheeks flushing and would have been sore red if she wasn't dark, each time she recalled what almost happened she coiled deeper into herself. They stopped by the house at 10:45, Jemi climbed down, while Emma drove to the garage, seeing the curtains dark, she dug into her pockets and brought out the house key, pushing it into the keyhole, the door was opened, inwardly surprised to find out the room was dark, she didn
Emma gazed out the window of the room she grew up in as a child, pink and illuminated by the sun, it was a worry she wasn't taking notice of any of it. time and again she'd pinch herself to stop falling so deep into her own thoughts. it had been three weeks since Will was murdered and it was hard to forget an inch, especially Jemi's frozen face, the horror on her countenance, what did she see? how did she see it?, she did not have a clue since Jemi stopped her from going into the murder scene, she could still hear her strangled voice... "you can't go in alright," "you don't order me around, what's in there?" she had stood defiantly, looking into Jemi's face who didn't seem comfortable "Emma just get into your car and drive to your mums..." "you are out of your mind" she tried pushing her way in but Jemi didn't budge, totally frustrated she yelled "can you tell me what's going here? stop leaving me in the dark and what's that on your clothes" Jemi wa
Ray was on the phone when she zoomed into the house after a hectic day at work. She moved straight to the fridge pulling out bottled water and drinking its content straight out of it, she stopped making a sound to eavesdrop on his conversation. "....I don't know, reasons I want you to run things, for now, I can not leave this place for the time being..." She relaxed her shoulders on the wall watching him, his back turned to her. "I'm needed here... Yes it's for a business" She knew he was lying, she cleared her throat loudly, he turned and saw her, knowing he was in for another talk "I'm going now, I trust you" to Jemi he said "not one word" "I'm sick and tired of seeing you around..." "That's seven words," She walked close to him and folded her hands on her chest her voice a little softer "Ray I'm glad, very glad you're here, I shouldn't lie but no way I'm letting you stop living just so you could watch over me" "I can't, there are lots