AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I chuckled. “These are beautiful.” I pointed down at his canvases. “And Ethan says they’ve been sold. Congrats.”
“Thanks. I’ve got a ton of them. I’d like to hang them still, with a red dot to indicate that the art’s been sold.” He smiled boyishly.
“Of course,” I said. “I’ve been thinking—what if I could get you triple that amount?”
He stared at me then turned to Ethan, who nodded.
“I’m not going to New York,” he said. “I’m hanging here. I hate flying.”
That glimmer of vulnerability endeared him to me. “No need. They can come to you.”
“Why not. Sasha wants a new house. We’re expecting.”
Ethan hugged him. “Shit, man. That’s great.”
“Thanks,” he said and returned his focus to me.
“It will be commission-based, but you’ll end up with more in your pocket. And the more exposure, the higher your prices.” I lifted an eyebrow.
Ethan said, “He’s already got impressive online exposure.”
“Sure. But the clients I’m thinking of are avid collectors with deep pockets, who I’m sure don’t do Instagram.”
Sylvester rubbed his hands. “Let’s do it.”
“How many paintings have you advertised on Instagram?” I asked.
“Only these three. I prefer the buzz of people seeing my art live than making a sale. The old-fashioned way.”
“Sure.” I turned to Ethan. “Melody Green dropped out, didn’t she? That means the entire room is free for a month.”
Ethan nodded. “I was hoping to run an exhibition.” He sighed. “But I’m lacking juice.” He looked a little downcast.
“You’ll get it back, man. You just need to get laid,” Sylvester said.
Ethan gazed at me before returning his attention to his buddy. “I’ve been laid plenty of times. I’m searching for my muse.”
“Oh. They’re not so easy to find. But look at you. You’re a fucking good-looking dude. Hell, if I was gay, I’d marry you.” He laughed. Sylvester returned his attention to me. “Okay, then. You curate, nominate the price, and take your commission. I get that you guys need to survive. And I can just concentrate on painting and ninja training.” He emptied his beer in two gulps. “Let’s kill it.”
I stifled a giggle, thinking of him flying through the air with that big, bulky body of his. But those types of individual eccentricities were what made the art scene both fascinating and entertaining.
