Colours of Deception
on. The colors seemed dull, the composition uninspired, and the entire piece felt like a rehashing of every mediocre art stude
ushes, and canvases covered every available surface, with scraps of paper, torn-up sketches, and discarded paint tubes litte
ustrated, definitely. Discouraged, absolutely. The art world was a cruel mistress, and Lexi felt
ssion would be enough to propel her to stardom. But the reality was harsher. Gallery owners didn't return he
ce. She hesitated for a moment before an
ing a brightness into her
he other end of the line. "Hey, sweetie, how's
she didn't want to have this conversation. Not n
und nonchalant. "Just working on some new
, I know it's tough, but you can't give up. You're talented,
mother had always been her biggest suppor
to sound convincing. "I just n
words of encouragement and support. When they finally hung u
it was time to take a break, clear her head, and come back to it with fresh eyes. Or may
felt like she was drowning in a sea of
oor broke the silence. Lexi's heart sank. She wasn't expecting
his time. With a sigh, Lexi made her way t
rier standing in the hallway, a l
ked, eyes scanning her
d warily.
ou've been selected for a prestigious a
e took the envelope. Could this b
pe and pulled out the contents. As she sc
grant from a mysterious patron, offering her a cha
the opportunity of a lifetime. But as she looked cl
Blackwood. And Lexi had a fee
. "Congratulations, Ms. Thompson," he said, with a nod. "I hope you ma
h elated and terrified. She stood there for a moment, clutchin
bstantial amount of money - enough to cover her living expenses for several month
wood. She'd heard of him, of course - who hadn't? He was a wealthy and influential patron of
of accepting this grant. She'd be beholden to Julian Blackwood, at least f
the positive. This was an opportunity she couldn't
d began to read through the grant proposal again, this time lookin
in over her head. But she was willing to take that risk, if it
deceit, manipulation, and greed, where the lines betw