#artbreakers

Sometimes it was hard to remember that he wasn’t the goofy awkward kid he used to be, anymore. Matteo Florenzi was known as this popular, bigger-than-life artist who threw the wildest parties, who played and fucked around. So of course, everyone made sure to show up tonight. Some people were more excited than others, though, and tonight, Matteo belonged to the others.

Everybody knew that he loved parties, and it he usually did. He loved having fun, and being weird, and impulsive, and he loved spending time with friends and smoking and laughing. Maybe occasionally hooking up with some hottie. To meet people was part of the package, too. If he wanted to earn money on his art, he needed to meet people and impress them. He was famous, sure, but not rich.

“Matteo owns, one might say, nothing and he works very little,” Hans used to say, to everyone that wanted to listen, “yet he always lives in style — like a great artist.” 

Sure. A great artist. If they only knew. 

He just. He was tired tonight. 

Living up to that bigger-than-life artist image wasn’t always easy. He was tired of talking to people with stars in their eyes and far too high expectations. He wasn’t interested in talking about his art, that mostly was shitty, or about the projects people were waiting on. 

Matteo’s patrons were forever after him to paint them pictures. He was never able to say no.  He had half a dozen fans begging him to remember his promises to do a little something for them. But Matteo was busy. Busy observing, doodling, dreaming. He planned making the next big invention and pictured the glory it would bring him. 

People loved his jokes and pranks but he doubted anyone was interested in hearing about how he struggled to finish the projects he was supposed to. How he couldn’t sleep at night. How he spent a lot of his days watching Netflix, gaming, and occasionally fuck around with some random guy.

He put on a smile, though, and tried. After all, he knew people expected him to be excited, and loud. By all means, his depressions, or moods, were well known, but he hated how they made people talk. People said his moods were partly what made his art brilliant. He hated that. 

His heart pinched a bit as he listened to Hans praise his latest artwork, and when Jonas told him about this badass new artist that he just had to meet. It definitely pinched when Jonas asked him if he was okay. His best friend was always so attuned to him and his silent struggles. It was as if he could feel Matteo’s skin prickle underneath his clothing sometimes. Matteo wished he could just spend time with his friends, and nobody else. He didn’t want to be here. He wasn’t even a real artist. 

This weekend I’ll be tabling at Artbreakers in Vancouver with a whole bunch of stellar artists! Along with a whole variety of prints and postcards I’m also debuting my new kitsune pin in peach cream and dusty rose variants! If you can’t make it out to the show they’ll also be available online next Wednesday in my shop so keep an eye out!

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This coming weekend I’m going to be tabling at ArtBreakers, an amazing illustration convention in Vancouver, B.C. 

I’m debuting this piece as a print there, as well as a lot of other prints, stickers, postcards, and pins! 

It’s Saturday and Sunday at Heritage Hall. For more info, and to see the incredible lineup of artists, check out their site: http://www.artbreakers.ca/

Hey, sweet anon, thanks for your ask! I have just picked up again a davenzi wip (probably a long oneshot, or a longfic), and it’s a

one night stand -

to enemies (well, it’s more rivals + miscommunication than enemies, but you get the point) -

to enemies with benefits - 

to friends with benefits -

to lovers.

Hey! Thanks, I’m glad to hear it!

It’s inspired by Matteo and David, of course. It’s also very inspired by a multichapter-davenzi-artists-and-enemies-to-lovers fix (Artbreakers) I’ve had in my drawer for a while.

I read about this argument between Leonardo da Vinci and Michelangelo once, and found it fascinating since Michelangelo sculptured David. And da Vinci drew the statue. It felt very fitting to our davenzi boys, in a way.

And, I mean, the name works, so that’s cool! Glad you like it. 😊