Page 2 of Painting Him Mine

I arched an eyebrow at the unexpected message from an unfamiliar number before responding.

Ezra

I am, but what makes you say that?

Unknown

Your $10 Van Gogh.

Defacing a ten-dollar bill as part of my practice for my painting had been a silly thing to do. However, I loved the idea of letting fate take the wheel to see what happened with it. I had used it to pay for my coffee that morning, hoping that whoever saw it would reach out. Maybe they would be my new best friend. Perhaps they’d be the greatest love of my life. Or they might demand a refund exchange since I ruined their money by doodling on it. Luckily, it seemed like the latter wouldn’t happen.

Unknown

It’s incredible! I had to know more about the artist who did something so masterful.

Masterful? That word made my ego purr. I sat up a little straighter on my bar stool.

Ezra

You’ve certainly got my attention. What would you like to know?

Unknown

Who you are and why you did it would be a great place to start.

My name is Ezra van Housteen. I’m an artist who lives in Brooklyn. That sketch was practice for my current work in progress.

I snapped a shot of my canvas and sent it over to them, then watched the three blinking dots flash as they typed out a response.

Unknown

Wow, Starry Brooklyn Night? How magnificent! Even unfinished, it’s stunning. I’m in awe of your talent, Ezra.

I was quickly becoming fond of their effusive praise. Getting off my stool, I moved to stretch out on my couch and make myself comfortable for what I hoped would be a fun conversation.

Ezra:

And who do I have the pleasure of speaking to?

Unknown

My name is Mauricio Damiano. I’m a floral photography manipulation artist.

He sent an example of his art, featuring a black-and-white portrait of a young man. His eyes and the top of his head were covered with pink-tinged purple roses against a fuchsia rose background. While simple, it was a striking image.

A quick search showed an impressive portfolio that spoke of a fantastical imagination that drew me to him. His use of color was spectacular. I checked the bio on his website, where I discovered a profile picture of a gorgeous guy. He appeared to be in his early thirties, with dark hair and a kind smile. Instead of a portrait of a serious artist, he had a playful twinkle in his green eyes that invited me to get to know him better.

Ezra

It looks like I’m not the only immensely talented one. Even at a quick glance, your digital gallery is quite impressive, Mauricio. I’m glad my sketch found its way to a fellow artist who appreciates it.

Mauricio

I more than appreciate it—I admire it. The more I look at your artwork online, the more amazed I am of you and your skills.

His ego stroking was deeply satisfying. It put me in the mood for a different type of gratification, but first, I had to determine if he was interested in that.

Chapter Three

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