Today was a big day. People are in town for a big exhibition. Louis the painter happened to sell eight of his paintings of Ben Pristine, so today was the day that the gallery was open for onlookers who cared to be moved by more of his depictions. Today would also be the day that during the exhibition the painter would paint the last portrait of Ben to complete his collection of a series.
Ben has worked with Louis for three years. Louis accidentally ran into Ben when he was at the store. At home, Ben had windows that were leaking so he had to go to the store to get supplies to seal it in.
“Tilt your head slightly to your left,” Louis said as he sketched the outlines of Ben’s face. His eyes followed the outlines of Ben’s face as he sketched the sharp cheekbones onto canvas. Louis looked up and reminded Ben to afford a slight curvature to the lips. He has been doing this for awhile and loves what he does. It’s amazing how much beauty a gay man can capture and reproduce in artwork.
That afternoon Ben came home to his girlfriend Lily who was waiting. As he entered the door he could see her propped on the couch, staring down at the floor. She had taken up a dancing offer and would be moving to New York. “I wanted to talk to you about our relationship.” She looked up at him to see his reaction and looked back down. “These past few years has been-” she became still and silent for awhile. “You never text me back when I text you. These past few years have been empty.” Ben’s face remained unmoved. She broke down and cried.
That night Ben thought about what Lily had said.These past few years of his life has been a tumultuous time for him. He learned in the midst of it to not give way. You can break down and cry about things if you’d like, and occasionally you may have someone there to comfort you, but in the end you are all by yourself and the world continues on. He looked out the window to the street lights streaming into his bedroom. The light caught the golden frames of one of the portraits produced by Louis.He reached over to turn on the light to take a closer look. In the portrait was Louis’ mastery of perfection, capturing every mood in the moment. His eyes were drawn to his cheeks, which were glowing red. He looked so happy, so lively in this world. All he was trying to do was to make ends meet to support himself. What more can people expect out of him?