Theme 14 : Apollo

// @drhanniballecter and I have been constructing Will's phone.

The problem with art, Will always thought, is that the success of any artist is based entirely upon being the taste of another person.  Being another person’s taste, then, falls into a category of whimsy that either lasts for an eternity, or fizzles and dies in the wink of an eye.

Will didn’t know if he was the eternal kind or the fizzling kind.  What he did know was the feeling of dry paint under his fingernails and the smell of linseed oil and turpentine.  He knew that when he looked at a canvas, something had to claw its way up and out of him to fill it.  What that something was he wasn’t always sure.

Art shows always put Will on edge.  Being so close to the consumer body - that fickle animal whose hunger was the fashion and whose purse was the grace - was a risk to the art.  Once a person meets the artist, no longer does the person see the Art, but the product of the artist.  It kills separation.  Without separation, there is no perspective.

This was the idea behind his latest piece.  It had no name - the wall bore no plaque next to it.  People always try to place meaning in a name to place meaning in a painting.  To place meaning into no meaning at all.  Will wanted to break rules; confound them at the most basic level.

Will stood by the refreshments table, fingers tapping gently against his plastic wine cup.  There was one man standing in front of that new painting, Will saw, staring like a love-struck child into the brushstrokes.  Will wondered what he must be getting from it.

He took a deep drink of the wine and walked up next to this ‘fan.’  He peered at his own painting - a mimic of the casual observer.  In that north-east kind of hum-haw, he asked: “What do you think it means?”

Never Paint Dreams or Nightmares │runsonfear

“A painter should begin every canvas with a wash of black, because all things in nature are dark except where exposed by the light.”  -Leonardo da Vinci

   An art show, showcasing the most popular up and coming artists from all over the world. Names like Yamashita,  Grzanka, Parla, Harvey and among them Graham. Hannibal was here for Will Graham.

 Graham owned a rather small website with a short bio and a couple of his works, but despite his skimpy upkeep of his website, Graham was an immensely popular artist. Magazines and fanpages raved about him, yet getting an interview with him seemed rare if not impossible. Having just poked around his website for a few moments, Hannibal was captivated. He had to meet this man, and discovering his presence at a upcoming art show was just the chance he needed.

Hannibal walked around the art show,with a glass of red wine in his hand, casually admiring works of others. He didn’t need to actively seek out Will Graham, he had a feeling he would run in to him. 

He came upon one of Will’s paintings, beautiful as all his others. He wondered what inspired this particular piece. Lecter looked for a plate naming the painting but, unlike the other paintings, there was none. Ceased looking, Hannibal sipped his wine and closed his eyes. Tasting the wine, he imagined he was tasting the colors of Graham’s paintings, finding the flavor and passion and muse. He imagined that every intricate stroke carried an almost sensual intimacy, not dissimilar to how Hannibal himself created his masterpieces.

Who told u

Head cannon that Will is a secret Backstreet Boys fan.

He also unironically listens to Rick Astley’s Never Gonna Give You Up

"Just once? I never pegged you for a quitter, Dr. Lecter."

54, 67, 89. Enthrall me Doctor.

Nsfw asks 

54. What do you do with your pubic hair (shave, trim, wax, nothing, etc.)?“…..Trim. Wax on occasion.” 

67. Have you ever attempted (or succeeded) to give yourself oral?“…………..Once. I did not succeed. I was much younger.” 

89. Do you think you’re “good” at sex, or your performance/skill could use improvement?“I would definitely say I’m quite adept. Certainly I’ve never received any kind of complain from my partners, and I’ve always managed to deliver a fulfilling experience”

“I’m not sure either but I assume it has something to do with American Beauty.”

// ignoring the choco-sex thread sitting like a neglected child in my drafts for daayyyyysss // [runsonfear]: "Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?"

“I don’t know what that’s supposed to mean…” 

“So...me in general, then.”

“Are you asking me if I’m objectifying you? I’m not. Your whole is greater than the sum of your parts. Not that your parts don’t each have their merit… I’m sure.”

"You got me there. It's hard not to enjoy this. What were you doing getting your ass beat with a metal bar by a man named Brad?"

-whistles- “Yeah, that is pretty bad. Christ, who did that number on you?”

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