07| Art Exhibition

"Creativity takes courage." - Henri Matisse

-Kimani Trinity Campbell -

The brushstroke on my skin was gentle and soft, like a caress from an old friend. Bella expertly blended and contoured, transforming my face into a work of art.

"So, Kimi boo," she said, her voice cheerful and warm, "are you excited about the art exhibition tonight?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "I'm nervous," I admitted, looking at myself in the mirror. "There will be so many famous artists and art enthusiasts there. What if my work doesn't measure up?"

Bella smiled, setting down her brush. "Don't worry, darling. Your work is amazing. The way you capture emotion in your paintings is truly unique. People will love it."

I bit my lip, still not feeling entirely convinced. "But what if they don't? What if they think it's amateur or unimpressive?"

"Stop it, Kim," she scolded, taking my hands in hers. "You are an amazing artist, and people will see that. You're going to meet so many fascinating people tonight. And your artwork on display is going to be breathtaking."

I nodded, feeling a little better. "Who should I expect to see?"

"Oh, so many people," Bella said, her eyes sparkling. "There will be famous artists, art collectors, gallery owners, and socialites. It's going to be a who's who of the art world. And the artwork on display is going to be a feast for the eyes. From contemporary paintings to sculptures and installations, there's going to be something for everyone."

I couldn't help but smile.

The fact that she had done more research about the event than myself was mind-blowing.

Bellz!

"You'll do great tonight," she said as she began working eon my eyes, "Just remember, you're the talent, the real star of the show."

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves. "I just don't want to mess anything up," I said, my voice shaking.

Bella chuckled lightly, "Don't worry, you won't. You've got this. Just be yourself, show your passion, and let the rest fall into place."

I nodded, grateful for her words of encouragement. "Thanks, Bellz. I owe you one." I blew her a kiss.

"So, my dear, you're going to be surrounded by some of the biggest names in the art world. People from all over the world will be there to see your work."

"That's intimidating," I replied honestly.

"It's also exciting," she countered. "Think about all the exposure you'll get, all the new opportunities that could come your way. This is just the start of your journey."

I smiled, feeling a rush of excitement. "I can't wait," I said, feeling my nerves settle a bit.

"Good," Bella said, finishing my makeup with a flourish. "Now, go show the world what you've got."

I got up from the vanity and checked my reflection in the mirror. Bella stepped back, admiring her handiwork. "You look stunning," she said with a smile. I smiled back, feeling more confident and ready for the exhibition.

"Are you driving yourself?" She asked, leaning against the vanity.

I nodded, "Yes, I don't want to deal with the hassle of finding a ride home later."

"That's a good idea, but make sure to stay safe, okay? I don't want anything happening to you."

"I will," I replied, giving her a hug. "Thanks for always being here for me, Bellz."

She pulled away and grinned. "Of course, I'll always be here for you. Now, go show the world your amazing art."

I smiled, feeling grateful for my best friend. I grab my purse and head out the door, ready to take on the art exhibition.

~★~

I took it all in as I walked through the room, admiring the intricate details of the artwork and the luxurious atmosphere. The sound of laughter and lively conversation filled the air, accompanied by the soft strains of an orchestra playing in the background. The room was filled with high-class men and women dressed in the finest attire, sipping on cocktails and expensive drinks.

The walls were adorned with exquisite paintings and sculptures, showcasing the talent of many artists from around the world. The art was breathtaking, and I felt a sense of pride as I walked by, knowing that I was a part of this world.

I saw people I recognized, famous art collectors and enthusiasts who were always eager to discover the next big thing. I saw people I didn't know, wealthy individuals who were looking to make a statement and be a part of the art world.

It was a truly magnificent sight, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and nervousness. I was here, in this beautiful environment, surrounded by the people I had always admired and dreamed of being like.

I took a deep breath and smiled, ready to embrace the night ahead.

As I scanned the room, my gaze falls upon a man who was stood in the midst of a group of famous female artists I recognized.

He stood out, tall and confident, with a sharp suit that hugged his muscular frame. His hair was styled perfectly, and his eyes were a deep, piercing blue that seemed to see right through me. I tried to remember who he was, but the name escaped me.

I watched as he approached me with confident strides. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I tried to remember who he was. I knew I'd seen him before, but I couldn't quite place him.

As he reached me, I noticed the way he toward above me, his body exuding power and charm. He extended his hand and introduced himself, his voice deep and alluring.

"Hello, my name is Hermes Gustavus," he said with a warm smile.

The moment he mentioned his name, I realized who he was. Hermes Gustavus was a renowned art collector, with a vast collection of some of the most stunning works of art in the world.

He was known for his impeccable taste, and many artists aspired to have their works showcased in his collection.

I was starstruck, to say the least. I had read about Hermes in many art magazines and books, and to have him standing in front of me was a dream come true.

"I'm a big fan of your work, Kimani," he said with a smile.

I was taken aback by his words. "Thank you, Mr. Gustavus. That means a lot to me," I said, trying to hide my excitement.

He smiled, his eyes shining with amusement. "Please, call me Hermes. And may I say, you are quite talented yourself. Your paintings have a unique perspective, and I find that quite refreshing."

I felt my cheeks warm at his compliments. "Thank you, Hermes. I'm so glad you like my work."

His smile broadened. "I'd love to discuss your work further if you're free for dinner sometime?"

I felt my heart skip a beat. Hermes wanted to have dinner with me. I was going to have dinner with one of the most influential people in the art world. "Of course, that would be wonderful," I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Hermes gave me a warm smile and walked away, leaving me to catch my breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and I wasn't going to let it slip away.

After a few drinks, I took my time to view some art pieces on display, taking special care to admire each one. My mind was still focused on Hermes as I worked through the crowd, admiring every piece as I did so.

I stopped when I saw a painting that had captured my attention, a portrait of which woman's face, although a part of it looked blurry because of the darkness.

"Ms. Campbell."

I turned around hastily to see a young woman wearing a sleek black dress walking towards me. Her short blonde hair complimented her white fur coat. She wore large rectangular glasses that covered her eyes as well as framed a delicate face.

"Hi," I said as she stopped beside me.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Lauren Shayla Gray, an art director and current artist in New York City." My mouth fell open a little bit as I heard the title, not quite believing what I had just heard.

Lauren smiled and tilted her head slightly. "What?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

I shook myself out of my thoughts, "Oh, no. It's just that... I haven't met anyone like that here."

"Is that such a surprise?" Lauren asked, a playful smile tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Well, yeah," I responded shyly.

"Ahhh, anyway, that aside, I was wondering if you'd love to be a part of my team. I've been a fan of your works for several years now and I would very much love to have another person with similar artistic talents working with us." She paused, waiting for my response, her eyebrows raised in expectation.

I nodded, unable to form any coherent words as I tried to process all the information. I was loss of words. Was this really happening? Was I actually meeting one of my future clients? What was I supposed to do? How was I supposed to react?

Lauren looked amused, watching me struggle with my emotions.

"I'm so sorry if my request came as a shock," she apologized. "But, seeing as how beautiful your works are, I decided I wanted to have you on our team. You'd be great in our portfolio and would be an asset in our upcoming exhibitions. We could use someone of your skills."

"Wow," I finally managed to utter out after a few moments. "I'd be honored to accept, Ms. Gray," I replied gratefully.

Lauren laughed lightly at my enthusiasm and held out her hand for me to shake,"Wonderful! Let's talk after the exhibition, ya?" she asked with a genuine smile.

I smiled back at her, shaking her hand firmly. "Definitely!"

Lauren walked off towards the crowd, leaving me alone to gather my scattered thoughts.

Suddenly, an announcement booms over the sound system, calling everyone to head over to the main hall for the proper exhibition. My heart skipped a beat with excitement. This was it. My work would finally be on display for the world to see.

I took a deep breath and headed towards the crowd, ready to see my paintings on display and receive the recognition I'd always dreamed of. The anticipation of the crowd and the energy in the room was palpable, and I could feel the excitement bubble up within me.

I made my way to my seat, eagerly taking in the scene around me. The lights are low, casting a warm glow over the room, and the hum of excited chatter fills the air. I see people admiring the paintings, pointing and nodding in approval, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in my work.

The exhibition finally began, and the room fell silent as the hosts took to the stage. They introduced each artist one by one, and finally, my name was called. I felt my heart race as I made my way to the stage, my paintings on display for all to see.

The audience was captivated by my work, and I basked in their admiration. I felt the weight of my struggles and hard work lifting off my shoulders as I see the recognition I've always wanted.

From the crowd, I could see Hermes and a group of his friends staring at me, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of nervousness. I was caught off guard when someone in the crowd yelled out, "Tell us, what inspired you?"

I stumbled, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks as I struggled to find my voice. I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, and took the microphone that was handed to me. I felt the weight of the crowd's expectations on my shoulders, and I felt feverish and sick all of a sudden.

The memories of my past and my struggles came rushing back to me, and I felt overwhelmed. I took a deep breath and began to speak, telling the audience about my journey as an artist and what inspired my work. I spoke about my passion for art and my love for life, and the audience was captivated.

As I spoke, I saw Hermes nod his head in agreement, and I felt a sense of validation and recognition. I finished my speech to a round of applause, and I felt a sense of pride and accomplishment wash over me.

Once I was done I hurried to my seat. I couldn't help but feel excited and energized by all the attention I was receiving. I had always dreamed of being recognized for my art, and now it was finally happening. It was a feeling like no other, and I couldn't wait to see what the future held for me.

As I sat back down, I couldn't stop smiling, knowing that this was just the beginning of something great.