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 by faith, and his works, he was saved, tag: lissa
He sat in his van in the parking lot, his head bowed, his hands clasped together and prayed. He prayed his thanks toward god for helping him through out the day, for guiding him, for not feeling depressed like he had the past few days. Then he asked for holy spirit to continue feeling better, any food he may receive or get tonight. He had funds, he would be fine. He planned to head to the diner, get himself a fish sandwich, some fries, a drink and then hot cocoa with whipped cream for dessert. It was the will of god if he would though, anything could happen between now and then.

He finished his prayers for those who were in need of whatever they were lacking especially spiritual food and then. "Amen," he said quietly, as he lifted his head and stared out the window. A slow smile came to his face, as it always did after a prayer. He felt good, he felt right and he knew god was with him. He needed to grab the three paintings in the back. They might sell, and he was humble, yet confident enough to say they were good. It was the matter of a buyer's tastes and seeing the various things he tried to convey in his artwork. One of them featured a celestial angel. Made of millions of stars and looked like a colorful fiery galaxy.

He locked the door as he got out, and walked to the back, climbing inside to grab the paintings carefully. He carefully set them against the van, then closed the door as he picked them up and walked toward the art gallery. It was also a matter of Lissa seeing something in them as well, if she didn't she wouldn't put them up. He understood that fully, it just wasn't god's will if that happened. Cautiously opening the door he stepped inside, the gallery was cool from the central air and it was something of a shock after being in the heat all day working and in a muggy hot van. But it was welcome.

"Hey, Lissa! You around?," he called out, allowing the door to shut behind him, the large paintings in his arms, plain as day dry and covered with cloths. He looked around in the perfectly lighting and saw new paintings. Many of them interesting and beautiful. He wished he could paint as nice as some of these, they were gorgeous. "Lissa?," he called out again, walking toward the back. He knew she was in here somewhere, she practically liveed here. Therefore, he honestly felt like an idiot for calling out like this.
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Lissa groaned as she went over the bills for the gallery that month. She was in good standing, but she felt like she hadn't sold enough paintings that month. Perhaps she would hold another little gathering and see if she could draw in some new customers.

Lissa felt a little bit strained ever since her other employee had left town for bigger and better things and running everything herself was a little bit difficult; lately she'd been spending most of her time at the gallery, going so far as to make a little camp bed in the back room so that she wouldn't need to go home.

It wasn't ideal, but Lissa hated feeling inadequate when it came to something she felt so passionate about. She was still lost in thought when she heard her name being called and she startled, standing up and nearly knocked over her coffee. She quickly grabbed it and made her way to the front room, a smile on her otherwise tired face.

"Micah! Hey there," her smile grew as she saw him. She quickly set her coffee down and went to help him with the canvases in his hands. "What have you got here? Show me!" she exclaimed excitedly. Lissa loved art, in all its forms. She always had something positive to say about even the most ugliest of pieces. "Also if you want some coffee, it's fresh in the back room, I just made it a little while ago."


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Soon as he saw her face, he could tell she was exhausted. His heart went out to her and he wondered how hard she had been working. So many people did and barely got anything out of life by doing it, it was a curse from this world and he wished god's kingdom would usher in so people wouldn't have to deal with it anymore. The promise of a life without pain, heartache and everything else was a pleasurable thought. "Hey, Lis. How are you? Doing okay?," he asked, voice sincere.

"Well, I've got three this time. They're okay for the most part but they might sell a little," he said, his mind changing about them being good because of the paintings he saw in here. He couldn't help it and even chided himself in his lack of confidence. He needed to stop doing it so much. "Yeah, show time." A smile swept over his face and he leaned them against one of the pillars of the room, picking up the first one and had already forgotten what order they were in.

He took off the cloth, revealing an abstract alien garden. Alien because nothing about it looked natural. Trees with purple leaves, bark that was pale yellow, fruits that looked out of place. Cubes of strange things hanging from branches, a pink ocean and a grey sky. There was a willowy figure with a triangular hat on their head, and what looked like a red knitted wolf beside her, spine straightened and up, lips snarling what looked like cotton candy teeth. Now that he saw it, it was stupid.

But he had been thinking of his family and it's dysfunction. The false sweetness from his mother, the willowy figure and the weak man, the wolf, his father, hardly worth the appearance he tried to portray but an angry red all the same. Everything else a fantasy, a daydream, there was a bird flying across the grey sky, white, possibly a dove and it was freedom. "Kinda weird, I realize," he said, with a kind yet slightly nervous smile. He set it down against the opposite side of the pillar and picked up the second one.

It was darker, nearly black but there was a purple light in the dark, and a face to the left that looked demonic in nature. Sharp razor teeth, slitted blue eyes, wisps of white hair. Fading away into the darkness, lightly painted and to the right was nothing. Just emptiness. He had been in a dark place when he drew this. He had felt alone, no matter how much he prayed and felt god. Sometimes, he got that way. "Sorry, this one's a bit morbid." and then he finally showed her the angel. The celestial being. It was a above an abstract Earth, wavy and wispy. The angel large and a white sword in it's hand. It symbolized a lot, things he didn't want to think about. "And this is something I don't know how to describe. I leave descriptions up to you, if you decide to put them up."

"No thanks on the coffee. It's too hot and it tends to make me nervous," he apologized. Besides, when he drank it, he took lots of sugar and creamer. He liked sweet things, never bitter.
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Lissa watched as Micah took the cloths off each of his canvases. She studied them with her artist's eye, scrutinizing them from a seller and a buyer's standpoint. They were definitely sellable, there was always a market for abstract sort of art like Micah's.

Truthfully, there was a market for any kind of art as long as the seller knew what they were doing, and Lissa had always been confident in her abilities to know what she was doing; it's why her gallery was one of the more frequented ones in South Carolina. It also probably helped that most people still knew who her ex husband was, not that that was entirely a good thing or not.

Her eyes were drawn to the one in set in the garden and she spoke quietly. "This one is full of all sorts of pain." She didn't wait for a reply as she went to the darker one. "This was either a low point in time, or a reflection of something dark. Or both ..." The last one, the angel made her smile a little. "This one feels like hope. The three of these, all while vastly different from each other, feel like they're telling a story. I'm sure they can be sold, so I'll see what I can do," she turned to him with a smile.

"In the meantime, if you don't want coffee, there's also some water and juice in the little fridge, help yourself, okay?" She gave his shoulder a squeeze before she went to find a space to place the three paintings on the wall. They needed to be seen and there was a spot right in the front that could hold the three of them together.

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