Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 822: "This is absolutely extraordinary! Kiley's portrait on the canvas looks incredibly lifelike, capturing feminine beauty with such vivid detail. The brushwork is meticulous, and every element feels remarkably authentic! The outcome seems clear already. Mariana is without question the most gifted young artist of this entire generation." Several audience members had already begun discussing the painting's value, planning to make offers the moment this artistic duel concluded. Just then, Maia finally opened her eyes. Immediate mockery erupted from the spectators.

"Did all the praise for Mariana's masterpiece finally wake her up?" "Has she suddenly remembered she's supposed to be competing in a painting duel? Who falls asleep during such a high-stakes competition?" "Look at that. She's getting to her feet. Is she about to surrender?" "Does she even have time left to paint anything meaningful? There are fewer than four hours remaining in this contest..." One art enthusiast began lecturing the crowd.

"Creating a realistic portrait in oils requires vastly different timeframes depending on the artist's expertise, personal style, and the complexity of the subject matter. While no standard exists, generally speaking, the more detailed and photorealistic the portrait, the longer the process takes. True masterpieces often require days, months, or even an entire year to complete properly. We can clearly see that Mariana's work is nearly finished, while Maia is barely beginning... There's really no suspense left.

Mariana will definitely win this painting duel." The judging panel first showered Mariana's artistic skills with enthusiastic praise, then voiced sharp criticism regarding Maia's seemingly indifferent attitude toward the entire competition. At this moment, Maia slowly picked up her brush and began outlining the facial features without hesitation. galν﹒ⅽ Everyone looked at Maia, unsure how to react to her work. Mariana's was nearly finished, while Maia seemed to just be getting started. The judges frowned as they struggled to critique Maia's technique.

Some of her strokes were bold and decisive, while others were as delicate as a blade of grass. Maia's movements were graceful, as though the brush were merely an extension of herself. Her strokes were swift as she sketched out details of the body in a short span of time. Art experts in the crowd marveled at Maia's technique, most of them having never seen such a style before. The onlookers, however, were unimpressed. "To the untrained eye, her painting looks impressive, but oil paint takes time to dry.

With her technique, the underlying paint won't dry in time and will mix with the new layer, turning it into a mess of colors bleeding into each other." "If this were abstract art, I'd absolutely applaud her technique, but unfortunately for her, it's realistic painting." Even Alice, who was seated among the audience, appeared nervous. She turned to Chris and asked, "Do you understand what Maia's trying to do? Who is she painting?" However, before Chris could answer, Alice dismissed her own question. "Gee, why am I asking you? You're just Maia's bodyguard.

What could you possibly know about this subject?" Chris was left speechless by Alice's words. But she was right about one thing: he really had no idea what Maia was doing. . . .