The Man in The Painting

Hi :)

This is one of my literacy tasks where we had to write a short story about an artwork coming alive and we could choose any picture for the story to be based off of. I chose the picture down below which I actually realised was Zach King.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy this short little narrative! <3

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KATE HAD ALWAYS FOUND the art museum quite boring. Her definition of an art museum would be, “endless paintings of people and everyday objects.”

Her mother however, would believe the total opposite. Which is pretty much why they were at the new art museum in town. Kate dragged her feet across the floor, exhausted and dying of boredom. Her mother playfully rolled her eyes at Kate’s state. “Fine.” Her mother sighed. “We’ll look at a few portraits in the room ahead and then we’ll go.”

Kate happily claps her hands together and ecstatically nods. The room was empty, just the paintings, Kate, and her mother. Kate decides to do something she would’ve never expected she’d do: She was actually willingly looking at the art. Surprisingly, the portraits were actually very interesting. The contrast between each artists art style for human portraits varied.

Kate’s eyebrows knitted together as her eyes focused on a portrait of a man. The bottom half of his face was painted red, the nose was a mix between yellow and orange, and his forehead, white. Kate wondered why some artists did these sort of things in portraits. It was where they used colors that were quite an odd choice for a human in a portrait. She shrugged it off, turning her head to look at a different artwork.

As she turned her back on the portrait, she felt as if somebody's eyes were on her backside. In hopes of catching someone, or something off guard, she quickly spins back around only to be met with nothing out of the ordinary. She brushes the thought off, heading towards her mother. “Can we go home now, mother?” Kate asks, taking a glance at the portrait her mother was standing in front of. “In a bit.” Her mother replies, taking a picture of the artwork. Kate nods before turning her head back in the direction of the painting she was previously at.

“What the heck.” She mumbles, her eyes widening. She quickly made her way towards the portrait. She swore she had just seen the guy in the painting’s head peek outside of it’s frame, his right hand holding onto the bottom of the frame and his left hand, touching the wall. Much to her surprise, the man placed a finger on his lips indicating for her to keep quiet. But Kate did the total opposite. “Mother- This- The painting, it just moved!” She exclaims, keeping her eyes on the painting. The man silently freaks out, and tenses up as he returns to his original posture.

“It did no such thing, love.” Her mother responds, shaking her head and not turning to look. “But it literally-” Kate began. “Come on, we best be going now.” Her mother says, cutting Kate off. Kate sighed, following her mother out.

I am definitely checking that painting out next time.