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

As soon as the WIFI automatically connected she replied to Madam Alice. 


 Without dressing or taking a moment to re-establish herself, she went to her computer. She remembered what Crystal told her: As red as a Cezanne apple. The color red started to get on her nerves, from the beginning of the case it's all she's heard. Blood red, blood painting, she brushed off the thought. She puffed." What's so good about red anyways?" 


Harry heard and commented from the adjacent room. " Red is sexy." 


She shook her head and smiled. "Since when do you like the color red?" 


 She waited for his response and got another. Madam Alice broke the news, abruptly her surroundings started distorting. Her thoughts were already muddled and this made things worse. She typed the name into her laptop and results appeared in the form of news articles. 


Blue period begins