Aiya [part 11]

That was the last work of Veronni Adain, the greatest member of the AAS to date, and probably the greatest artist in the history of mankind. In the memorial hall at the entrance to Trawl – a place anyone entering the city must walk through – there are ten paintings hanging on either side of a white stone bust. He actually refused to paint anything else, wanting to his career and life on something he was proud of.

On the left of the bust is The View from My Window as painted by a sixteen year old Veronni, all the paintings having been repurchased by the AAS and brought back together from their various new homes to hang in their new home where they rightfully belonged.On the right, The New View from My Window hung, the timeless brush strokes playing host to the history of a man whose name hung off everyone’s lips years before he even made a name for himself.

Veronni Adain. The Angel of the Poor.

In his last days as a particularly rough battle with cancer took its toll on him, he told his wife that the best window to watch from was the window of the past.