Chaos Mortalitus Read Online Free Page B
Author: Mark LaMaster
Tags: Fiction, Science-Fiction, Fantasy
lot realizing I'm a bit ahead of schedule. Angela should be here shortly, so I decide to give my partner a call to make sure the gallery show is on schedule. "Omega, open a video transmission to Kalden Skamar."
"Yes Mr. Mortal." Omega responds.
The seats in my car face inward in the front and rear, the center console a counterpart linked to the Omega System in my home. I sit rear middle usually, something about going forward and facing backward that doesn't agree with me. A holographic touch screen window appears centered in front of me. Kalden picks up the call and I get a direct video feed to him. "Hello my friend, how are you?" Kalden says, greeting me with a bow.
"I'm good, just waiting on Angela. We're grabbin' some lunch at Super Burger before we head to the gallery."
"I don't see what your interest is in that place, every time we eat there I end up in the bathroom for an hour." Kalden says humorously.
Four years ago I met Kalden Skamar, an amazing fine artist with works nothing short of inspirational. Using multiple mediums and original techniques that imply artistic genius. Kalden is thirty-three and enjoying the single life, absolutely devoted to our art studio and the name it represents, Skamar & Mortal Art Company. A Tibetan Buddhist, Kalden grew up in Dharslama India with the Tibetans in exile until the age of fifteen, when he was sent to a prestigious art institute in London for display of his superior artistic talent.
He remained at the institute until he was twenty-four years old, when he moved to California and built his own private studio. Kalden's art styles are very 20 th century, still using a very traditional approach, captivating the viewer through use of color and texture. It was late in the summer of 2021 A.D. that Kalden first came to me having seen my work through a mutual acquaintance. With ideas and concepts I'd never heard of, he brought a new sense of art into my life, with his views on Buddhism helping corral a widely arrogant point of view I had generated over time.
Such amazing man giving as much as possible from his success to the Tibetan men, women and children still living in exile. "Well everything looks like it's going well Ash, I expect a large turn out tonight. Oh, I got that lighting issue taken care of in your exhibit." Kalden says with a smile.
"You know, I think this might be the first project where we aren't runnin' around like crazy people at the last minute." I reply with a laugh. "Fine job Kalden, fine job."
This is our first gallery show together, but the crazy thing about it is the fact that every piece available has already sold, before opening day. Our golden tickets have already been paid in full, pushing our excitement over the edge. "What time do you think you and Angela will make it here?"
"Well I know you already did your interview with the gallery promotions, but I lagged a bit on mine, so I guess were doin' it at three thirty. What's the interview thing about anyway?"
"I think they are doing a promotional thing with the projectors above the gallery. Something about playing our interviews simultaneously to enlighten new comers on who we are and what we stand for." Kalden replies.
"Oh, got it. Well we're just gonna grab some grub and head out, I should be able to meet you around five or so if that works."
"Five is perfect for me, until then my friend, go in peace."
"You too, see you soon Kalden." I say as the video transmission ends.
Collecting my thoughts briefly, I open the door to my car and step out as a slight breeze brushes against me so I turn back to my car and remove a black hooded sweatshirt. Putting it on I begin to zip it up as I walk toward the restaurant, with large panel windows revealing a place I can feel at home, at least during dinner. Standing a ways from the door, I pull a smoke from my pack and lean my head toward the flame to light it. Pressing my back against the smooth
"Yes Mr. Mortal." Omega responds.
The seats in my car face inward in the front and rear, the center console a counterpart linked to the Omega System in my home. I sit rear middle usually, something about going forward and facing backward that doesn't agree with me. A holographic touch screen window appears centered in front of me. Kalden picks up the call and I get a direct video feed to him. "Hello my friend, how are you?" Kalden says, greeting me with a bow.
"I'm good, just waiting on Angela. We're grabbin' some lunch at Super Burger before we head to the gallery."
"I don't see what your interest is in that place, every time we eat there I end up in the bathroom for an hour." Kalden says humorously.
Four years ago I met Kalden Skamar, an amazing fine artist with works nothing short of inspirational. Using multiple mediums and original techniques that imply artistic genius. Kalden is thirty-three and enjoying the single life, absolutely devoted to our art studio and the name it represents, Skamar & Mortal Art Company. A Tibetan Buddhist, Kalden grew up in Dharslama India with the Tibetans in exile until the age of fifteen, when he was sent to a prestigious art institute in London for display of his superior artistic talent.
He remained at the institute until he was twenty-four years old, when he moved to California and built his own private studio. Kalden's art styles are very 20 th century, still using a very traditional approach, captivating the viewer through use of color and texture. It was late in the summer of 2021 A.D. that Kalden first came to me having seen my work through a mutual acquaintance. With ideas and concepts I'd never heard of, he brought a new sense of art into my life, with his views on Buddhism helping corral a widely arrogant point of view I had generated over time.
Such amazing man giving as much as possible from his success to the Tibetan men, women and children still living in exile. "Well everything looks like it's going well Ash, I expect a large turn out tonight. Oh, I got that lighting issue taken care of in your exhibit." Kalden says with a smile.
"You know, I think this might be the first project where we aren't runnin' around like crazy people at the last minute." I reply with a laugh. "Fine job Kalden, fine job."
This is our first gallery show together, but the crazy thing about it is the fact that every piece available has already sold, before opening day. Our golden tickets have already been paid in full, pushing our excitement over the edge. "What time do you think you and Angela will make it here?"
"Well I know you already did your interview with the gallery promotions, but I lagged a bit on mine, so I guess were doin' it at three thirty. What's the interview thing about anyway?"
"I think they are doing a promotional thing with the projectors above the gallery. Something about playing our interviews simultaneously to enlighten new comers on who we are and what we stand for." Kalden replies.
"Oh, got it. Well we're just gonna grab some grub and head out, I should be able to meet you around five or so if that works."
"Five is perfect for me, until then my friend, go in peace."
"You too, see you soon Kalden." I say as the video transmission ends.
Collecting my thoughts briefly, I open the door to my car and step out as a slight breeze brushes against me so I turn back to my car and remove a black hooded sweatshirt. Putting it on I begin to zip it up as I walk toward the restaurant, with large panel windows revealing a place I can feel at home, at least during dinner. Standing a ways from the door, I pull a smoke from my pack and lean my head toward the flame to light it. Pressing my back against the smooth
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