ajax

he walks looking at the walls of the hallways of the arts’ building and stops in front of one of your paintings, recognizing your signature; even him, that’s just a theater student, aspiring to be a model, could recognize the beauty of your art. ajax sighs “ah, why am I here?” he asks loudly to himself. kaveh, his friend and who just got there answered him. “she said you have a good face.” mentions and ajax chuckles looking at you from far.

the next project for the department of painting was the “aesthetic of the human body.” the teacher was giving some choices of multiple models (and students of) that had offered to be painted. you travel your fingers through the pages with photos of modeling work printed on them, until one of them captured your attention. “him.” you said while looking at one of ajax’s pictures. “why him?” one of your friends asked behind you. you tried to think about an answer, choosing the right words. “he has a good face.” the mind of an artist is truly unknown.