My freak. I think I love you. Sad, bitter, and thought provoking.

I'm usually not one for oneshot, but this is amazing. i love the mataphors =]

This is gorgeous but so sad...

when i first read turpentine, i felt the strangest connection with it. it was only ages later that i realized that if i had to write a short story, or a one shot, it would be a lot like this. not the language, but the content.

there's something intriguing in the relationship between an artist and their model. being someone who paints, i understand the intimacy one might feel for the model- but it only goes so far as drinking in the details of their bodies- its hard to acknowledge them as a person.

i loved the part where you spoke of the artists inability to paint his girlfriend- how he cant capture her- its probably why shes so fascinating to him. i also loved how patrick doesnt exist as a person, not for the artist, and barely even to himself. he says nothing about himself- not his past, not his work, nothing. it feels almost as though he allowed the artist to erase everything about him, and now he just waits for him to dismiss his body too.

what i loved about patrick was that throughout his thought process, he doesnt acknowledge his own sadness, something i do a lot. its interesting, because in circumstances like these, at some point, you just become numb to everything. you cant bear to free yourself from it, so you deal with the pain. and it sits inside, almost like a cancer, eating you out. the the worst kind of pain, and yet, noone will notice. i guess thats whats tragic about it.

your language borders on flawless- i know constructive criticism helps more than praise, but i can find no fault with your manner of expression.

Sad and delicate. I feel so sorry for him.

heartbreaking.
why is it that things by that name are always so beautiful?

Wow, beautiful. And quite sad, but I get it.

Every story of yours that I read, I think to myself "Oh, this is definitely my favourite." And then I read the next one. And make a liar out of myself. I can't say that this is my favorite, but it's amazing and I love everything about it. Especially the title.


LUVS

I really liked that; very bittersweet. Ah, your writing always makes me smile ^^

awh. That was painful. Imagery is gorgeous, though, and I really felt for the poor guy; what really struck me was the use of words, though. Gorgeous. beautiful. and I really liked the practice/masterpiece bit.

~Katie

Really touching. Your use of metaphors is really stunning - when you compare his skin tone to water and imply that the artist should have drowned. It was very bittersweet toward the end. I must say that the beginning was a little jumbled and confusing, I had to re-read the first paragraph a few times before I comprehended what was happening. Wonderful work all around, though.

Wow. So incredibly glad I found you work. You're an amazing writer. I can't get over how well you portray real human feelings. Everything you write rings true. Love it. Can't wait to go read even more of your works.

I have been meaning to review this since forever! I love the description of the self centred artist - where work is so much more important than connections with fellow humans. A really beautifully written piece.

Wow, that was very emotional and intense, you really managed to draw me in for every word. I liked that a lot.

I love all of your other works, but as an artist this work was rather jarring. I can appreciate the fact that knowledge of painting was used, but the reliance on the typical artist cliche was disappointing. Like with Pollock, you can’t reference him without really knowing how he worked... which was the total opposite of what you described.

I never heard of oils that are moldable like clay, but I hope it wasn’t oils because that boy would be dead.