The colorful Oasis Art Gallery, created by robinf23, is available for download on the Sims 4 Gallery. It’s a delighful space!
J.P. found the gallery on an auction site.
The front garden had overgrown the beds, but Jeffrey found a kind of wild charm to the place. The colors were riotous.
It seemed perfect for the family shop. With a few generations of artists, they’d amassed a large collection, including several significant works, mostly by his aunts Sugar and onez, and it seemed a shame to keep all the art stashed in the basement at Cradle Rock.
Better to pull it all out of storage, display it, and share it with the art lovers of the world.
There was ample display room on the ground floor.
The second floor wasn’t much more than a glorified landing, but the floor-to-ceiling windows let in light and a bright feeling.
The top floor housed a studio apartment.
And it was here where J. P. found himself completely at home.
Off the main room was a tiny triangular room where his desk fit in front of the huge window. He could look past the rooftops to the river boat.
Aside from the constant hum of white noise from the freeway, Jeffrey noticed something he’d seldom heard growing up in a full house: silence.
The silence wasn’t just the absence of noise, it was the quietness of thought. For the first time in his life, he wasn’t constantly surrounded with the invisible electricity of the mental, emotional, and psychic emanations from his grandfather, parents, aunts, and sister.
The only feelings here were his.
He liked having the kitchen entirely to himself and being the one to prepare all his meals. During most of his life, he ate the food that someone else had fixed. And since he prided himself on being a foodie, it felt right to be his own chef, too.
When he sat down to his first meal in his new home, it hit him: he had left behind Cradle Rock. Sometimes, he used to take his meal alone, if his family members were busy doing something, but now that he’d moved out, unless he invited his family or friends over, every meal would be eaten alone.
He wasn’t sure at first how he felt about that. Weren’t meals social times?
Without the buzz of conversation, he discovered that he could focus more on the act of dining. Each bite became something marvelous! He’d never noticed before how the vinegar in the mayonnaise accentuated the acidity of the tomato.
And the texture of this whole-grain bread! It was enough to send him over the moon. Meals would become not only a treat for his taste-buds, but also an intellectual exploration of sense!
Solitude had its rewards. He read three books his first night.
The place had a lot of stairs, that was for sure–thirty, to be precise.
Walking up and down them was kind of neat, though. It was a good work out, for one thing. But it also felt a little symbolic. Ascending up into his living space reminded him of the journey of his life.
The ground floor held the common area, where nothing was private and all was shared, like in the days of childhood.
Then there was the landing, neither here nor there, just a stopping place to what comes next.
You leave that area behind, ascending to something rare and private.
Your own space waited at the top of the stairs, shared with no one, unless they were especially invited in.
This was a place where no others’ thoughts intruded.
It was a place where your only connection with the outer world was through two screens: the window of your computer and the pane of glass in the wall.
This was a bachelor’s citadel, another word for home.