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Tying Lucky to a pole just outside the building, we climb the stairs, and when we enter, I gasp at the works I see. They are like nothing I’ve ever seen before. The vast warehouse is painted a bright white with spotlights showcasing the paintings and photographs hanging on the walls. The carpet is light beige, and the black stools positioned in front of the artwork allow one to sit and admire it for hours.
It’s so quiet here that I feel like I’m in a library, so I speak to Quinn in a whisper. “There is so much to see.”
“Why are you whispering?” Quinn says, matching my low tone.
“I don’t know,” I reply and laugh softly.
As Quinn takes in the beauty before us, I know dragging him in here was a great decision. I’m silent and allow Quinn to lead me. I want him to discover every inch of this place and not leave till he’s ready to go.
We reach the first painting, and it looks like an explosion of color. Random shapes are scattered within the dark shading, and if you look close enough, you can make out images that are subjective to the beholder.
It makes no sense to me since it looks like a bunch of chaotic squares and lines, but by the way Quinn tilts his head to the side, his intense eyes taking it all in, I know there is more than meets the eye.
Kind of like Quinn.
As we move from painting to painting, they all seem a little repetitive, but I don’t say a word, as I know Quinn is absorbing it all. Thankfully, the abstract art section ends, and we get to a section of charcoal sketches.
Now, this stuff, I get. This stuff reminds me of Quinn’s work.
The elegant lines, which appear careless and messy, are far from unplanned. Each stroke was done with intent, making the picture whole. But when we reach a picture no bigger than a postcard, I gasp because this picture is my favorite one of all.
It’s of a man and woman, both bare, entwined around one another so tightly that their form becomes one. The painting is calledLove Blurs.
Quinn sits in front of it, pulling me to sit on his lap. And I move effortlessly, as there is no comfier seat in the world.
“It’s brilliant how they’ve used cross-hatching to follow the contours of their torsos. It gives the picture a different dimension,” he explains, stroking over the lines in the air.
His hypnotic voice lulls me into a sleepy bubble, and I nod in response even though I have no idea what he’s talking about.
“Your stuff should be hanging in here,” I say with sincerity.
“My stuff is far from being ready to display in a gallery such as this.”
“And why not?” I ask defensively, twisting my neck to look at him over my shoulder.
Quinn smirks, his arms tightening around my middle. “It just isn’t.”
“Who says?”
“I say,” he replies, kissing my nose playfully.
“Well, I disagree. Your stuff is as good as these. Maybe even better. I mean, did you see that lamp?” I pull a face, shaking my head.
Quinn chuckles, and the sound warms my insides.
Turning back around and looking at the picture while Quinn cocoons my body with his, I ask, “When you were younger, what did you want to be?”
Suddenly, I want to know everything there is about Quinn. He has shared bits and pieces, but I want to know it all now.
“A paleontologist,” he replies with a small chuckle.
“Huh? Did you just make that up?” I question, not able to wipe the smile off my face.
Quinn laughs, his chest rumbling with his chuckles. “Nope. It’s the nerdy truth. Don’t judge me.”
“Sheesh, I never knew you were an overachiever,” I joke while Quinn playfully nips my shoulder.
“I loved the idea of getting my hands dirty and finding the next undiscovered dinosaur,” Quinn states, nuzzling my neck.
