SWNOVELS Chapter 15
CHAPTER FIFTEEN – ARTIST OR CRITIC?
CHAPTER FIFTEEN–ARTIST OR CRITIC?
Over the next few weeks, Jasmine was a whitind of activity as she organized selecting, framing and transporting over a dozen of her most significant peces to the Bergstrom Gallery in preparation for her debut al exhibition
She was in constant collaboration with Sabine, who seemed to delight in Jasmine’s spiritedeal for every last meticulous decall
One crisp fall evening, Jasmine met her friend eth for a drink at a cosy wine bar, eager to share her exciting news.
“spillk, girl!” Beth exclaimed as soon as jasmine arrived. “You’ve been an absolute hurricane of secret radio time and mysterious phone calls lately, what’s going Jasmine beamed as the server placed two glasses of rich cabernet in front of them.” gler you a hint tolo exhibition at one of the most prestigious galleries in the world.” Beth’s jaw dropped, sloshing some of the deep red Suid on the glossy rable. “No. WAY! The Bergström??”
“The one and only,” Jayaconfirmed withasly grin
“Ahh, hey, that’s incredible!!” Beth practically squealed, throwing her arms
around Jasmine’s shoulders knew your talent would be recognized on a massive scale. You’ve worked an
Thank you, thank you,” Jasmine laughed as they separated “and you and your constant pep talks were a huge part of keeping me going after after everything fell apart.”
“We sisters have to stick together,” Beth said with a warm smile, raising her glass. “I’m just so proud of you for not giving up on your dreami, no matter how cough things got after the divare. This exhibition is going to be your crowning moment, tean deel 2. ”
Jamie linked her glass against Beth’s, tears of joy and gratitude pricing her eyes. “Honestly, I don’t know it would have made in through that awful time without you constantly reminding me of who really am an artist with a flatno one can extinguish
They chatted long to the evening, reminiscing about Jasmine’s earliest attic exploits as a child and envisioning the bright future that lay ahead for her now…
As Bath insistedion grabbing the check, declaring it was her treat celebrate, Janine felt a buoyant of peace and excitement settling over her.
The next couple of week we controlled frenzy of arranging and overning the expert hanging and lighting of each of her pieces within the Bergstrom’s expansive main gallery.
Every time she entered that hallowed space. Jasmine felt a full–body tingh at the sight of her work commanding such a prestigious setting
Sabine was a constant presence, offering insights while trusting Promise’s Instincts on how construct the overarching narrative journey for views.
At last, the final piece was hung – Resurgence, dominating the central space, a breathtaking jewel beckoning all to partake of its transcendent power
As Sabine gently shooed Jasmine away to rest up for the per–chowning gala the following evening, the art padded back to her loft in a set of numbwance. This was really happening. The ties course of her life was resting towards this singular moment of emergence.
The following evening, jasmine fussed and treated over her appearance in the mirror – a stylish black sheath dress she’d had tailored, her dark curls swept into an artfully tousled updo, makeup meticulously applied to highlight her striding features
“You we got thô,” she murmured to her reflection “Time to go dazzle the art world, just like Sabine said.”
Taking a fortifying breath, Jasmine exited her loft and hailed a cab to whisk her in the Brim for the evening’s exclusive cocktail reception and unveiling. As she ascended the front steps, the unmistakable flashes of camera bubs and chatter of gathered reporters met her eyes.
Squaring her shoulders, Jasmine waved slightly before slipping inside, the hushed gallery now alive with the energetic thrum of hundreds of impeccably dressed art enthusiasts, and aticinados
Sabine spotted ber immediately, air–kissing both of Jasmine’s cheeka in greeting “Ah, machen, you are pacely radian Come, there are so many influential patrons and electors i
cannot wait for you to meet!”
For the next couple of hours, fatmine made her way through the undulating crowd, exchanging niceties and small talk about her artistic proces while trying not to betray her inner
She was just complementing rather sever–looking older tage Chanel clutch sen tamiliar, nasal volo cut through the ambient din.
Adil, if it isn’t the Berghatim’s shiny new ‘it girl” discovery,
Jamin mined slowly at the sound, polite smile freezing as she took in the speaker Lucinda stone, internationally renowned multi–media artist and, according to the whispers of the art world crapevine, vicious queen bee unafraid to eviscerate anyone he perceived as a threat to her darsinanes,
“Ms. Stone,” Jasmine replied carefully, inclining her head “What an unexpected pleasure.”
Thequr blonde framed by a dazzling cobalt garched one meticulously groomed brow, swirling the contents of her champagne flute
“I could’t very well miss the latest cause cllibra unveiling at my favorite Parisian gallery, nose could I?” she took a delicate sip, piercing eyes roving over Jasmine’s form in a singularly
Fighting a shudder of discomfort, Fatmine forced herself to maintain a veneer of police composure. “I’m honored you could attend this evening’s festivities, then I look forward to your thoughts once you’ve seen the complete exhibition”
“Oh, I’ve already had the chance to peek at your little display,” Lucinda said with an alry wave of her hand. Leaning in conspiratorially, she murmured, “I must say, the slapdash, overworked quality in those garish bethstrokes in certainly one artistle choice, I suppose.”
Jasmina blinked, fighting against a rising man of indignation at the backhanded insult to the art she’d poured her i soul into creating “I can assure you, M. Stone, that every piece here
Exposes a meticulously hand creative process and–‘
“Yes, yes, whatever you say, dear,” the other woman cut her off dismissively. “Noneed to get so defensive. I’m sure there’s Laudence for that sort of finger–painting aesthetic
Before Jasmine could focus a response, Lucindakocked back the remainder of her champagne and named away, flashing an atticial smile over one shoulder, “Well, good luck with your nutelle showing here. I’m sure a few of these poor provincial outs will feel suficiently impressed Toode–co
And with that, she was gone, melting into the crowd in a swirl of cobalt and condescension, Jasmine stood, rooted in place as a mix of competing emotions rolled indigration, deflation
ded through her – anger, doubt.
Washer workuly sloppy in the eyes of an elite article Lucinda Stone? Did the actually belong on the same stage as those revered matters adoring gallery wall the world over? No, she thought vehemently. Sabine, a visionary equal to any other critic, had seen the heat and transcendent brilliance shining through every plece. Linda’s mults were clearly those of a territorially the eatened gatekeeper, intent on establishing dormance over any potential upstart Squaring her shoulders once more, Jasdie glided across the gallery to gaze upon Resurgence, allowing its raw power to fortily her resolve anese, “cone padly person’s jealousy will not diminish this moment, the dunder her bath. “Not when I’ve clawed so far to it.”
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