Disclaimer: S.E. Hinton is the literary mother of The Outsiders. Not I.
Warning 1: Thou shall not steal. By adhering to this, thou shall not die quicker. Thank you.
Warning 2: No beta reader. Apologies for everything done wrong in this work.
By Jan J. (or P.J.P.), Little Sister's Keepress
Ponyboy never imagined Dally as an artist.
"He received much criticism, for he reflected a certain roughness, crudeness—unrestrained realism—in his work. This style was his own."
But somehow the youngest Curtis felt the chains, the connections.
"He had a propensity for violence. Because of this violent life, he was unable to keep any apprentices."
Who pitied Dallas Winston? Who would have pitied a hood? Johnny would have. He adored Dally so. Could Johnny—gentle Johnnycake—have ever ended up as cold as Dally? But wasn't he? Didn't he? Both of them were cold now.
"Extreme light and dark comprised much of his scenes. Landscapes were a rarity."
Dally . . .Dally never really had a chance to gaze at a sunset properly. That night, did the blonde greaser glance up at the street lamp as he grinned? Light touched his face as darkness' pallbearers inched away from the shadows. He came into the light only to fall in both the light and darkness.
"Caravaggio finally released his anger for the final time when he got into a skirmish with a knight. Thus, the artist's life came to an abrupt end at a young age. However, his imprints on the Baroque period are immortal."
Ponyboy felt feverish. Simultaneously, the urge to bawl and the whim to smile engulfed him. Why did Johnny have to die? Dally could have still been here. The auburn-haired greaser felt as if he were sinking, yet he could feel the light on his collapsed form in the cellar of his mind—his consciousness. He could see a tiny glare.
"Now can anyone tell me what's happening in this painting (1) by Caravaggio?"
Ponyboy squinted at the magnified slide. The projector's beam stressed the tilted angle of his head, along with his right hand that was pressed against his cheek.
"We see the light from the window. Saint Matthew is illuminated. What else do you see? What's happening?"
As the youngest Curtis concentrated—as he fought to function—a bit of halo caught his eye.
"Is that Christ?" Ponyboy asked.
(1) Calling of Saint Matthew (1597-1601) does not belong to me. Michelangelo Merisi painted it. His eminent "alias" is mentioned in this piece. Tenebrism is an art element that is present in his painting(s).