The Artist: Part III

Taking photographs of everything that inspires me was a daily of my life, I do not think, I act on instinct.

Observing people in daily was something so fascinating, and I got addicted to observing Autumn.

The first time I went to her studio, I got awe struck.

It wasn't like something you can see in daily, it was a piece from a dream.

You do not see canvas everywhere with brushes used and tinted floor and dry paint everywhere, not even piled work unfinished.

Autumn was a very organized artist, she cared about details and considered furnitures precious, her studio was rather like a huge reflection of herself.

Small Lights hanged beautifully, candles for decoration and use, wooden floor, it was dark wood, she got a couch in front of the big window, it was a huge one like the ones in five stars hotels, and it was a leather one in dark brown color, the walls were creamy in color with dark brown curtains, roofs for books, a lot of book and magazines organized neatly.

Vanilla was everywhere in the air, not that disgusting vanilla parfume that I confuse always with coconut, the vanilla that is used in baking, the sweet yummy one.

-"You like the smell" she said with a smirk.

-"Yeah" I said awkwardly.

-"I hate the parfums they sell, I always loved the vanilla used in baking cakes, so I use it, the powder I mean, I let the box open that's why it goes all over the room, it makes me happy.

-"What about coffee?" I asked observing the empty cup in her hand that I bought before we left the coffee shop.

-"That's another story, coffee is for my soul, vanilla is for my brain" she said with a smirk.

-"What about your heart?" I asked suddenly interested.

-"I don't have one" she said suddenly coldly.

And it was the first and last time I saw a scary expression on Autumn face.

It was so cold, so empty and also...so burning at the same time.