Justify — Art(1)

There was no way art was this contagious. Art couldn’t be caught, what an obscenity. Yet she had caught it like smallpox. The visual interpretation of art in real life. Performing wasn’t her art, but creating images from people on paper was hers, and hers alone. She didn’t direct people, she profiled them, and she was extraordinarily good at it too. But the image below her was one she had never imagined, one she would never unsee. It was too real, too breathtaking, too heartbreaking. They’re statues, she told herself, They’re just statues, unreal, not living, can’t hurt anything, anyone, they’re not real. But they were, they caught her in her imagination, in her mind and her dreamscape. Made her think of places she never knew existed. She was caught.