“Mmm! I love art,” Jack admits as he glances around the entrance way where they had posters up detailing what was being shown, or what was coming. “I come b-by here sometimes just to waste some time or t-to really take a good look at w-what’s being shown. Who knows, m-maybe one day my stuff w-will be good enough to be in here.”
“Hey, I bet it will,” Violet replied. “I’ve seen articles from when your work was on display at the Splat! Gallery – you’re good. I’m just sorry I didn’t get a chance to see it in person.” She knew he probably wouldn’t like being reminded of that, but it was true, and she wasn’t going to dance around the subject. “Do you ever do any other showings, or are you just operating online these days?”
He smiled faintly as they walked in, and he offered some money into the entrance way. They didn’t have to pay but it was always appreciated and being something of a starved artist he always gave some spare change to the place when he walked in. “I, I haven’t sought out any o-other showings just yet.” he admitted, putting his hand back into his pocket. “Most of m-my stuff is done by private s-sales and business.” he had his website, which detailed most of his professional work that people commissioned but he’d also stuck up a personal gallery which showed his private work.
Jack Maple 