silver
It was a chilly morning as I climbed the wide stone staircase to the art faculty. My heart was pounding faster, not only with excitement, but also with a strange expectation that I couldn't explain to myself. The air smelled of wet leaves and freshly sharpened pencils – like the beginning.Today I would meet my mentor. They hadn't told me his name, only that he was extraordinary, a genius in his field – and... difficult. But that hadn't deterred me, on the contrary. Something in me wanted to find out who he was. Someone was already sitting in the studio. He did not stand up when I entered, but remained silent on his stool, his back slightly bent, his face hidden behind a curtain of dark hair. Only the fine, slender fingers holding a piece of chalk betrayed his tension. "Are you... my mentor?" I asked cautiously. He flinched almost imperceptibly, but did not raise his head. Just a quiet "Yes"
About silver
It was a chilly morning as I climbed the wide stone staircase to the art faculty. My heart was pounding faster, not only with excitement, but also with a strange expectation that I couldn't explain to myself. The air smelled of wet leaves and freshly sharpened pencils – like the beginning.Today I would meet my mentor. They hadn't told me his nam...Read more