FLOWER GRAFFITI
by John Yeo
Annabelle was a creative, artistic sensitive young woman. At art college she fell heavily in love with Dominic a fellow student who seemed to be on the same wavelength in all things. They became inseparable, and it was certain they would get through the exams together with flying colours.
They were indeed colourful, extrovert and prepared to go to any lengths to express their natural artistic talents. Dominic would draw lightning sketches of passers by in the city centre for money, a form of busking that helped to pay the bills. Annabelle also painted and was developing a market for portraits, from among her friends and family.
Annabelle had a younger brother, Toby, a mischievous youngster who was struggling with his, A level exams and running around with a crowd of young daredevils who would stop at nothing to get some thrills from life.
Toby, like his sister, was also artistic, but sadly he expressed his talent in a different way. Toby was a graffiti artist, specialising in painting on high office blocks and skyscrapers.
One day the group dared him to paint a huge red poppy on the twenty-seventh floor of a large office block in the city centre. A building that was the headquarters of a major European bank.
“No! I could never do that without the right equipment. I would need a window cleaning cradle and you would all have to be there to manhandle the hoist.”
“We have thought of that, we have a hoist secreted at the back of the building and we are ready to go. Tomorrow is poppy day and your art will make the front page of every national daily paper in the country! You will be famous when the truth comes out.”
Toby outrightly refused to have anything to do with this plan and later that day he confided in Dominic.
The next morning every newspaper in the country carried banner headlines that described four huge red poppies painted on the fourth floor walls of a major city office block to remember the dead in two world wars.
Dominic, Annabelle and Toby all smiled knowingly at each other, and admired their poppies from below.
Dominic laughed at Toby and said. “Height is not important. In Art it is the statement that counts!”
Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
(766 WORDS)
by John Yeo
Annabelle was a creative, artistic sensitive young woman. At art college she fell heavily in love with Dominic a fellow student who seemed to be on the same wavelength in all things. They became inseparable, and it was certain they would get through the exams together with flying colours.
They were indeed colourful, extrovert and prepared to go to any lengths to express their natural artistic talents. Dominic would draw lightning sketches of passers by in the city centre for money, a form of busking that helped to pay the bills. Annabelle also painted and was developing a market for portraits, from among her friends and family.
Annabelle had a younger brother, Toby, a mischievous youngster who was struggling with his, A level exams and running around with a crowd of young daredevils who would stop at nothing to get some thrills from life.
Toby, like his sister, was also artistic, but sadly he expressed his talent in a different way. Toby was a graffiti artist, specialising in painting on high office blocks and skyscrapers.
One day the group dared him to paint a huge red poppy on the twenty-seventh floor of a large office block in the city centre. A building that was the headquarters of a major European bank.
“No! I could never do that without the right equipment. I would need a window cleaning cradle and you would all have to be there to manhandle the hoist.”
“We have thought of that, we have a hoist secreted at the back of the building and we are ready to go. Tomorrow is poppy day and your art will make the front page of every national daily paper in the country! You will be famous when the truth comes out.”
Toby outrightly refused to have anything to do with this plan and later that day he confided in Dominic.
The next morning every newspaper in the country carried banner headlines that described four huge red poppies painted on the fourth floor walls of a major city office block to remember the dead in two world wars.
Dominic, Annabelle and Toby all smiled knowingly at each other, and admired their poppies from below.
Dominic laughed at Toby and said. “Height is not important. In Art it is the statement that counts!”
Copyright © Written by John Yeo ~ All rights reserved.
(766 WORDS)