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- His name was beginning to out grow him. Or, perhaps he had outgrown his name. He couldn’t put his finger on the strange anomaly that suddenly sprung to life within the past two months. How a man could go from blissfully content to weary, bored-even was beyond him. That, however, was just what happened to this twenty five year old, much to his own dismay. It truly was a shame the way things seemed to loose their sparkle. What was even more shameful was the moment you realized the sparkle was the only thing that held your attention. He was becoming a shallow man, but then again with his ‘claim’ to fame how could he not be? There always seemed to be someone more than willing, egger to stroke the already saturated ego of Demitri Savtros DuPont.
Born in the French Caribbean country of Martinique Demitri always had a healthy ego growing up. The only son of both his parents, he grew up knowing his importance in his family. He understood his role as the male of the family and potential protector for his younger female siblings. His older sisters seemed to entertain his ‘manly’ moments or so they deemed them. But, in the end even they allowed him to voice his concerns. From a very young age, his mother told him he had too much of a man’s head on his small body. This was a true saying as the young boy always thought himself a bit more mature than his younger cousins and school mates. It was his ‘mature’ nature that had him leaving the beach that had once been a place of solace, to wander into the yard of a rather eccentric artist. What happened that summer was short of miraculous for the young man. His life was, and to put it plainly, changed; forever. The love that Demitri found for sculpting that summer, soon took over his love for frolicking in the waves all afternoon long. Though, he still enjoyed the pleasures of the pristine beaches that surrounded his home. There was a hunger in him now that could only be quenched under the pressure of his fingers or the curve of a sharp blade.
That of course had been years ago. The young boy finished high school, accepted a scholarship to one of the best school for young artist in Italy. And, while he loved the shores of the land he called home. He made the decision to make Italia his home. Since that moment he had not a moment of regret. The success that was budding for him now, would not have sparked so quickly in his native land. There would be no commissions as there were within the city. There would be no desire for an exotic artist, from a small island of romance. No, he would not have the same appeal in his home town as he did in this country, he now called home. For eight years now, he travelled through Italy and her neighboring countries making a name for him self. It was no surprise then that he should be the host of tonight’s art show. The owner of the gallery had been the first to take in his work. He on principle never said no to her when she called. So, here he was with his latest collection one of the smallest galleries in the city. That didn’t bother him much. In a few weeks, the pieces would be in much larger galleries and the crowd would be extensive. For now, he was going to enjoy the small crowd that was filled with budding artist, buyers and art lovers alike.
Wine was in abundance as it moved around the floor in the hands of young adults dressed in black and white. Demitri had himself a glass of the Italian bottle of wine that was circulating. He also helped himself to a plate of red and green grapes with a few pieces of cheese and a small collection of crackers. The food seemed to disappear from before him. Though, that was no surprise to him as the man had skipped breakfast as well as lunch. He had been promised a very lush dinner however, and was merely curving his appetite until the promise was fulfilled. The owner of the gallery spotted him the very moment he filled his mouth. She made a V-line directly for him and by the time he saw her, the food in his mouth had enough time to stick to his teeth. Quickly running his tongue over his teeth and gums he gave her the affectionate greetings she had become use to over the years. He opened his arms to her and wrapped them around her as he kissed her full on the mouth, “ darling….as usual you’re a beautiful sight to see.” He let her pull back and smiled as he looked around the gallery, “ I would say it’s more than a small success. Shall we walk the room and listen to what the critiques have to say?”
Demitri knew that she normally worked the room so she could hear just what people thought of the show. It was best to get input from people as they became submerged in the art before them. They were often loose with their tongue when caught in the moment of the art. She often found out of her show was a success or a flop in that very manner. Demitri also wanted to work the room to see what they thought of his latest work. He did a collection of silhouettes. Photos were the first phase, the second he had not bought down. But, the continuation was that he sculpted the figures of the women that were so neatly posed with such grace in the photos that lined the wall. And, very much like the photos all of his figures were nude.
Le Gasp!
The shock of such blunt appreciation for the body, well it could not be helped. Demitri enjoyed things in their natural state. What he loved most was the way people interacted with their own body. Many people seemed to think the body was a thing to be hidden and were often afraid to interact with their body. He was the opposite. He enjoyed all interaction that concerned the body. For him, the body was a beauty piece of art and he loved to capture it, without all the fuss of clothing and covering. Which, was perhaps the reason so many people walked about with a slight blush but an eye filled with interest. Demitri prided himself on being tasteful in his work, but even with that some people still seemed to shy away from seeing a human body in the nude. It was getting worse it seemed by the day. Demitri often found himself laughing when he saw people dressing their pets. Nakedness was so disturbing to them they had to clothe their pets! It was rather amusing, especially when every animal but humans and house pets went about living their lives in the nude. The very thought, sparked an idea for a shoot with human and animal, with the animals in clothing and the human nude. He was thinking elephants, tigers, horses….it could prove to be an interesting photo shoot.
Demitri finished his plate, and walked around with the wine glass in his hand. By the time they circled the room twice, he rolled the sleeves of his stripped shirt up to his elbow. The shirt was unbuttoned to the middle of his chest allowing a view for the few strands of hair that were sprinkled sparingly across his golden bronze chest. The shirt was un-tucked and loose, so it flowed around him. Demitri was not fond of clothes clinging to him, though he was known to appreciate the look on female counterparts. He wore a pair of loose black dress pants and a pair of fine Italian leather shoes. The mass of curls, also known as his hair was pulled back into a ponytail that fell in the middle of his back with one fat curl hanging lower than the rest. Demitri was a man that stood six feet with a lean figure. He was pleasant to look at or so he had been told, and his smile was known to lull many to his side. Those around him also seemed interested in the accent he simply couldn’t hide no matter how long he had been away from his native home. His life was filled with adoration and beauty, and he wondered what else could one possibly long for?
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