43. Colors

For three hours, she has been sitting before a new canvas, avidly crafting a new painting. She had opened her Outlook while having breakfast and she was surprised at the number of emails that had flooded her inbox.

All from various collectors around the world, most of them acknowledging the work she did on the Icarus painting. Rodriguo Gonzalez sure did a fine publicity for her. She had to call him and thank him for that. Eight new commissioned paintings. Damn. It would take her months to complete all of them. She would even gain more recognition. She felt hopeful again.

She worked out the colors carefully, mixing them, finding the right combinations. She began applying them, putting pressure where she should. Her hand was steady as she traced the forms that she conjured in her mind, translating the images on the canvas. Cassandra’s work seemed so…stressful as compared to hers…but she was certain that they both feared failure.

She feared that the end product didn’t meet her clients