Art can be beautiful and disturbing. Sculptures can be made from clay, but never flesh. In this circumstance, art is debated and adored. Will an artist be able to put himself into his work with no self-portrait?

Donatella Claire, an art student, and blogger who sought out new material for her website. Finally living the dream and discovering artworks of all kinds, she stumbles upon an artwork drenched in solitude. The Louvre has many historical works on display but refuses to publicize one in particular. 

'An artwork without emotion is no artwork': Edvard Munch.
But one may ask, what then, is art?: Marcel Duchamp.

Her love for art threatens her relationship, her passion for it causes her to face her mistakes. Her determination drives her into the supernatural. What happens next, is left on the sketchpad.

The Painters Death Wish

"Crystal, where have you been? I've been looking for you." 


Dona was relieved, she hugged her cherry-headed friend. Pulling her back, holding onto her shoulders. 


Crystal smiled a doll-like smile that turned into a smirk. "Nothing. "She rolled her eyes and pushed her hands down. "I've just been busy that's all." 


Dona noticed the red dotting her cheeks. "Oh, my word—" 


She held her cheeks and in an outcry squeaked. "You've met someone!" 


Crystal stepped back and moved about her studio with her hands in her pockets. "What if I did." She smiled a schoolgirl smile. 


 Dona was relieved. "At least it's nothing bad." She crossed her arms." So tell me about him." 


Crystal stepped towards her dining area, cushioned with emoji pillows. "Not yet." She took a magazine from the shelf beside the couch. "How's your investigation going?" 


Crystal with the Gemstone eyes.