"A wonderful masterpiece!" the painter's voice clawed through the air, "By god, I do have to say I have out done myself!" He stood with his hand at the sides of a pair of stained overalls which were far too large for his wiry frame. He was admiring his work of various mediums. Quite literally, the heart, mind and all of the senses were incorporated into his masterpiece. His eyes darted from one point of interest to another. Absorbing every detail that he had crafted, every swirl of color, and the smell of the freshly laid decorate. He held his painting utensil with such vigor that veins were popping out of his arm and hand from the tension. Jacob was consumed by his work. His tawny body paced back and forth between the edges of his canvas as he tried to concentrate
Another noise was drowning out the dripping and splashing that his artwork created.
"Jacob! We got to get outta' here!" stammered a short and portly man with a lumps of fat contorted into a look of grimace. His eyes widened as he gazed upon the portrait of twisted beauty that was laid upon the wall of such a drab and unimaginative room. He smirked slightly and then shook his head. His lip lower lip drooped back down because of its bulbous nature. His lower rotten teeth hung out like pieces of Indian corn.
"I love what yah have done with the place," his strange gravely voice scratching its way out of his throat. "But, We have to get goin'!"
"Simon..." Jacob whispered in a voice that didn't fit his rough and dirty appearance. The calming nature of his voice had also allowed for him to be welcomed into to this house only hours earlier.
"I want you to take this in..." He closed his eyes raising his hands and dropping his brush of choice. The brush splattered more paint across the already stained carpet and surrounding furniture. Chunks from his medium were strewn across the "This is true artwork!"