~ Jude Sullivan ~ The Artist ~
A new day, a new muse. Jude got ready for the day, getting dressed in a small sweater and jeans, fixing her curly hair and charms. She was a unique person, her artwork showed it. It was a different type of style and it was special to her. She created pieces of things how she saw them, not of the mask they wore. Sometimes she would have dreams of things and she would recreate those. Her current sculpture was no exception to this. Grabbing her smock, she tied it on as she went down the steps to open the gallery. Jude was going to put the last details on her sculpture and then it would be complete. It would be displayed at the window for all to see.
Flipping the sign to open, the artist went into the back and grabbed her chisel and mallet, tapping the last details into the stone. Jude could not afford a single mistake. Sculptures were the most expensive to make so mistakes were not an option. She let out a small sigh of relief, looking at the piece before dusting it off, covering it with a drop cloth to move to the front. Pushing the statue on the small wheels of the cart it was on, it was soon in place. With a tug of the cloth, Jude had unveiled her newest piece to the world.
It was a woman with her hand out, palms up. Her left side had large bat like wings, pointed ears and a curled horn. The left side of the dress was tattered, scratches looking to be covering the partially exposed leg. The right side had a large feathered wing, the small indents of the feathers could be seen if one looked closely. She looked almost human in features, the right side of the flowing gown pristine. In each hand was half of an apple, the star pattern of the seeds in the right half while both halves had a a bit missing. She admired her work, taking a clean rag and carefully brushing off the rest of the dust to make it look perfect. Hopefully it would move people in some way, letting them understand the message and hopefully buy some of her other pieces.
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