Perfect or Not

By Earvin Eugene

In the past, maybe two or three decades ago lived a man of art, a meaningful and articulate character of creation, who before this story developed had made a craft of unworldly attraction than any artwork. He had left his studio to the care of a friend, removed his fine instruments and there was a view of a blank canvas. The man was able to marry a pretty lady. In these times life imitated art. The artist curated a world of love and passion with a great design. He allowed his thoughts to overcome him on occasion. This was the essence of fine art. Axel had qualities of good performance and demonstration. His art was his life. The only competition was for his beautiful young wife. The dilemma was combining the two for an unhealthy intimacy.

The marriage between the love of art and his wife was truly outstanding.

One day, Axel stared at his wife with trouble. An issue was escalating.

He said, Ariel, "has it never occurred to you that you possess many freckles. It is present on your cheeks, your breasts, your body. Would you ever conceal them?"

"No, I never thought much of it", she said with a smile. She was curious.

"Honestly, many people tell me of their cuteness, so I assume it to be pleasing."

"Maybe it is for some", replied her husband; "but you are perfect by every other regard. No, my love Ariel, it is not for others to decide whether they are blemishes or marks of beauty, it is perceived to me as the only presentation you have of imperfection."

"How could you say such a thing?" cried Ariel, feeling hurt; she was mad, and then starting to shed tears. "Why did you marry me if that is the case? To be so vain, you cannot love what you dislike."

To think about this conversation, it must be mentioned that her freckles were on complete display. There was an array of flecks that meshed with the texture and substance of her skin. Many men observed this and believed it appreciated her value. It was interesting and defining. Axel, himself did not ponder about it before.

He found this one flaw rising. It started to become intolerable for him. It was considered a mistake or error to him. When considering pure aesthetic art, it was a blunder. It is the order of humanity to seek symmetry and clearness. The lack of perfection brought him torment and pain. It would be the utmost achievement to create an image of perfect beauty of his wife. He never attempted to do it before. It could be his greatest work. Ariel's soul was so delightful that he believed he could forget this. He tried. He failed to overcome this. It became an obsession. Axel was on the pursuit for excellence.

Even in their greatest moments, without realizing it he would focus on her freckles. In the morning, Axel would lay his eyes on his wife and noticed the symbol of stain. When they ate meals together, walked in the park, watched a movie, he shyly glanced at her and focused on her specks.

One evening when things were quiet, she discussed the idea. Ariel said, "Are you thinking about my freckles?" She said this with a fake smile and slight disdain. He responded, "At no fault of my own, I question it at times. My love, Ariel, I wish to draw you. I want to depict the ultimate beauty you possess. If it is to be my masterpiece, should I share you in a lesser light?" She replied, "If there is a possibility to make things better, let us proceed. If this is going to grow to an even bigger problem, we must solve it. It seems my freckles are not so pronounced. You have great skill. If you were to cater to me and display me in your art, then let us make it as perfect as it can be. Are you capable of creating work that will give me peace?"

Axel stated, "Ariel, my lovely wife, I have a plan. You have brought me closer to my art. I have decided to fix this mishap. It will be my greatest achievement to relinquish what human nature has formed and relay it to a better work. Artists in the past have created close to perfection in a certain circumstance. In my position, your true appearance will be established and be magnificent to see.

Ariel responded, "It is agreed! She reluctantly smiled. Now we can move on.

You will find me as you always have." Her husband gave her a grand kiss avoiding

her freckles.

A few days later, Axel showed his wife of a strategy that he formulated. In his studio, the originator studied techniques from across the world. Concepts of nature and society were considered. Thoughts of international best kept secrets on profound art were noted. The perceptions of beauty, exhibition, and arrangements were read. He satisfied himself of the reactions of different colors and tones. Every object within the workshop had its value and place. To the inexperienced eye it appeared to render a spectacle.

Both of them alongside a team shared the area. Axel seemed to be glad. Ariel was overwhelmed. The group mentioned, "I do not see the reason to not depict her freckles." Your wife is astonishing. Axel ignored the suggestions. He comforted his wife illustrating to her various paintings and images. He described the similar layout he would use in drawing her. Axel reminded her of her uniqueness. The studio was set up with calming music and dignified lighting. There was an aura of acceptance.

He provided his wife with a formula. He described it as some sort of medicine. Something to calm the nerves. Soon, she possessed a certain vibrant quality. Axel quickly started to work. There was a sensation that time is of the essence. The squad mumbled and talked in a suspicious manner. They applied her with make-up. She was more attractive than ever before.

Axel performed to his best attributes. He worked vigorously. Axel stared at Ariel with such passion. He placed soft strokes on the canvas. Axel utilized a complete spectrum of colors. Ariel began to sweat. She believed it was due to stress. She voiced her concerns. Axel disregarded her. He needed to keep working. It was blind passion. In a few moments, Ariel's eyes turned red and she felt nauseous. Again, she made a statement. Axel said, "Please my love be still." The team patiently viewed her from afar. Taking photos of her. Writing notes. Adjusting the lights and creating a serene environment. The atmosphere emulated fine art itself. It was time! Axel exclaimed. "Yes!" He was finished. First, he showed his personal curators his artwork. They applauded with joy. They clapped and gave their expert remarks. One mentioned, "That is perfect, do not change a thing." At last, he went to show his greatest admirer, Ariel of the completed work. At this point she was terribly ill. She looked at the painting and cried. Within seconds she left us…

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