She was a professional watercolor
painter who has created wonderful arts on nature over the years.
She travels year around where the beauty blends her inner soul.
She never sketches in darkness, but live on the spot. The flying
birds and hues of nature stands still on her canvas.
She has exhibited her work in most of
the art galleries around continents where her taste blends. Her
paintings are sold-out around the world.
She was open to welcome criticisms
from her fans but never fallen on the lines, as her creativity
was instant where the nature shows beautiful scenes. She had ever
fallen in love with appreciations and awards. She was chosen a
many times for all instances she rejected each time she got the
She was chosen many times to take
lectures in art schools, where she sketched rainbow of new ideas
in her audience's.
Some how her life was like a barren
land, She was not married or had a boy friend. She never
complained of it, but the desire to have a boyfriend bloomed like
a flower always inside. She floated in her fantasies many times,
but overtime it breaks like a bubble on flight.
Her heat of sexual desires was
displaced in private through fantasies. She wants to kiss a man,
but never had an opportunity, she want to love, but never, she
wants to hug, talk, laugh and was having intense desire to have a
child, but never happened. She watched every corner and scanned
every male face but never satisfied to satisfy her creative
On the other side many men swarm
around her to get her love and affection. She never accepted any
but she wrapped all her desire inside. She never met a man who
can support her life. Her world was beautiful as a heaven. She
looked a man who can create an additional creative bond and walk
with her all her way. She knows a man comes in lust, he never
knows the value of beauty, and he usually rapes the beauty and
makes it vulgar.
Once she met a lady photographer on a
beach! They became close friends after few days. They shared
sunsets and moon rise together. The women were swimming in
strange ideas of desires through fantasies and ultimately she
burst everything to her friend like a musical thriller! One day
they planned to create those fantasies in reality.
Now the odd creative frame was on
work. It was cool, dark night. It was rainy. The women stripped
for exposing her desires, on the other side the arrangements for
setting the camera was over. She posed her body in all angles
nude. The result was amazing to be fit for nude body art
competition. All set in artistic exposure of light and shades in
black and white format. The photographer was puzzled about her
work. Giving all copyrights to the women she took a great amount
for her work.
After few months the women started
exhibiting those frames in art gallery halls for public.
Exhibition created a wonderful mood. The visitors were puzzled
about the theme, many argued to cancel the show, but many
accepted it. Medias took advantage at the maximum and wrote what
they can in a negative and positive fashion. The exhibition
created vibration around the artistic community, the ripples
shifted all around the society in a rapid force; some even
questioned the authenticity of the artist in a society.
Intense criticism through media also
focused on the photographer who painted the art. In great pain
and humiliation the photographer chooses a path of suicide. She
ends her life in front of the art gallery by jumping down from
the roof top.
Media was on the edge for the
situation and many people in society turned against media
propaganda making them mute. Whether any media takes
One night in a rainy day the women was
raped in her own house by a gang. At last she was killed. The
Media became silent on it, but people know the incident as real
humiliation to the art and artists. The societies and
associations on artists around the country never sat quite, they
thought of validating her works as a great art and were hung at
great art museum with her memoir.
On the bottom it was written as "These
Photographs are not for sale" "Do not touch the art!" and a book
was kept for writing comments for visitors.
The first comment was lined as
"Those art imagined and created by the artists are asset to
the art world."