CHAPTER ONE

　　USA Billings.

　　City in Montana.

　　Longing for beauty is a virtue, a flair that every sensitive artist would love to

　　possess, and being an artist requires possessing an objective mentality, and an

　　appreciated free method of analysis. Speaking of art as a virtual universe could be

　　an objective paraphrasing of an artist's perspective, perhaps what we seek through

　　the artist's eyes, the hazel eyes represent

reality

, and what we live is an illusion, a virtual coma of filthy deception!

　　Charles Colombo the Italian-American artist and Businessman; craves growth and

　　expansion and all its Glory, his soul is a little weary of the humdrum and ordinary. Life has much to offer, he knows this in his heart. It is fertile with possibilities, but

　　he has had difficulties conceiving how he can best tap into this abundance. HE

　　wants to break free! All the freedom he seeks is within himself. Imagining sitting on top of a luscious mountain, alone, with only his internal voice

　　for company… Charles, wasn't completely alone that night, like many other nights, frequently, the magic of euphoria is his everlasting companion, the concept of

female

to cherish. "Push aside all interruptions and allow yourself to dream. What conceptive thoughts filter into your head?

　　even make your heart race. Is it to do something, go somewhere, connect with

　　someone?" Charles inhaled, examining the two astonishing ladies in his bed, releasing his ladies from distress is his profession. Pleasing them is an honor to

　　brag about perpetually! they completely surrendered to his hypnotizing speech. However, Charles was not a great speaker, in fact, he is known for being rather a

　　great listener... Charles continued, feeling their heart racing and their skin blushing, he smiled in

　　victory, he is fully aware of his abilities and influence on any lady, desired by the

　　most desirable ones! "Or, you’re already aware of a desire, and have been

　　doubting yourself" He could liberate them from doubts, he led them directly to one solid fact, that is

pleasing him is the cure

, the way he

　　pleases them, starting with words, praises, and compliments, moving to another

　　phase of the sexual revolution, his touches had them raising the white flag!

　　Trading words with actions; mental ecstasy with a massive physical pleasure. Later that night, as he sat on the edge of the bed, knowing that he's all alone again, he felt the block lift... It is HIM and nature. Here he could be who and what he

　　wanted to be. No stress, no worries about anyone else, the world is far away, remembering this feeling, this freedom. All the freedom he seeks is within himself.

　　He couldn't sleep, thinking about all the excitement of the upcoming day, this is

　　his first art exhibition in Montana, mentally reviewing the recent successful

　　exhibitions in many other places around the world; Milan,

his home-town

, Rome, Paris, Istanbul, Beirut, Moscow and New York. Now that he decided to settle in

　　Montana, Where his heart urged him to stay, where he could refine his soul by the

　　the remedy of the fascinating mother nature, a dream about the treasures of a hidden

　　future he once portrayed in his sketchbook…

　　A future that will function his plans of evolving himself within the circle of art, expand the fame of his creative mind. 16 May 2018\ Yellowstone Art Museum\

　　Surrealism art by Charles Colombo

　　Italian aria music is playing. A crowd of celebrities, businessmen and businesswomen, artists and press

　　members were attending. "I loved every piece of them! You left me speechless, as usual, you are such an

　　extraordinary artist, everyone is willing to buy more than one portrait!" Kathryn

　　Gray proudly announced, waiting on praise by Charles, who seemed to be

　　completely indifferent to that compliment, eyeing the attendances, added after a

　　minute of consideration:

　　13"those portraits are not for sale, they will display in the museum for a month, I'm

　　not trading my talent." He firmly concluded, when his eyes caught another scene, somehow a familiar tranquillity occupied his sanity, led him even closer, where he

　　could crystallize a bold vision of what took his breath away... There she was, a

　　masterpiece of his subconscious dreams, she has an exquisite being, and the look

　　in her upturned icy-blue eyes; had his heart beaten for life, she smiled, lit his world

　　with her warmth. "lady, I apologize for being inconvenient, but it’s not allowed to take pictures of

　　the portraits, those are a private domain." He gently notified her and took a step

　　closer, facing her, she smells like a wild English garden, her wine-red fringe hair

　　glows fire, her fair skin reflects purity and lust, he wanted to reach out and touch

　　her lips, full and glossy red even in the fading light of the hall. This time, she was

　　gazing in his almond-shaped hazel eyes, biting her lower lip, smiling wickedly, and

　　claimed timidly…

　　"they're so beautiful; dark and gloomy … The girls in your portraits, I couldn't

　　resist the desire.." Her voice drifted off ... Swallowed breathlessly, setting him on

　　fire by her captivating looks, and attractive tone... "you could simply ask, or you could have any of them, I'd gladly let you have what

　　you wish for if you have a beer with me."

　　Charles has a straightforward method of flirtation, no games to waste her time, no

　　deception, he has so much to offer, a man with an undying appetite for beauty…

　　"Meet me tonight at the Harvest club, we'll talk business, I'll make you an offer

　　you can't refuse". She replied without delay, set her gaze on him, her timidity

　　changed into treacherous confidence, her eyes promised him a thousand years of

　　darkness, he could sense her intensity, could feel the devilish influence within her

　　speech, but he couldn't hold back. He must seek more of her, she drew his full attention, never met a woman like her!

　　That day was a day to remember, the young famous artist has gained respect in

　　another piece of the motherland,

nature

, fame means everything for him, money

　　isn't what he's missing, life in the way his dreams illustrate, is what he's seeking, life in its beautiful fragile details. Charles chose not to go that night, his intuition

　　urged him to keep away for a bit longer, time is the illusion that keeps him from

　　jeopardizing his inner peace... for him, beauty is not fulfilling a desire or seeking the unknown, it's a complete

　　line of spirituality, a religion to embrace, where God is a skillful artist, and we are

　　the prestige of his masterpieces.