Stella smiled as she presented her invitation before entering. She adjusted her gown and fiddled with her hair, hoping she made a striking profile. It had taken her quite a bit of pandering to secure an invitation to the opening of the gallery as the person who originally had it hadn’t wanted to give it up. In truth, she had no interest in the visual arts. There was only one reason why she was there.
She glanced around at the artwork that included painted masks, pottery, sculptures and paintings. Not all were pleasing to the eye. In fact, some were rather harsh and unsettling. Even so, many people were discussing them rather seriously. Stella wrinkled her nose. She could easily paint something that was so much better.
The only reason anyone took these works seriously was because they we
