Reading: "The Curator" from paradox of the locus (A.Glass 2016)

“Your art?”

“Yes,” Kaevon replies, as he lifts the framed print, gently pulling back the plastic wrap, removing it completely, he then stands, turning the image around facing Vilus with the piece of art he is holding.

She stares at, for moment in time she sees a familiarity within something that she has never seen before.

“I've seen this...,” she says, still transfixed on the image in front of her.

“Where?”

Closing her eyes she tries to remember what she learned at University, early twenty century art history, she thinks back to a class on the Avant-garde artists, Pablo Picasso, Guillaume Apollinaire, Max Jacob. Opening her eyes she then looks at the image once more, she detects, very slightly a change in it. Kaevon rests the image against the table ledge. He sits back down.

There is a calming allure around this man, yet she feels slightly unnerved by his presence.

“Do you want it sold?”

“No, just place it here, in this gallery. Behind you would be a good position,” he replies with a smile.

“And that is it? The guarantee...that my gallery will be saved from bankruptcy,” she asks, folding her arms, Vilus leans back in he chair.

“That is correct.”

Kaevon stands.

“And if I refuse, reject this...proposition.”

“Freewill, but I must remind you, that the doom that is pending...Is all but inevitable, it will transpire.”

“Strange days or what?...” Vilus replies, rolling her eyes, tired and frustrated with the recent time-line of odd events. “...Ok, so I will place it...” She turns around looking at the empty space behind her desk. “...here.”

“Then we have a deal.”

“Yes...So will you attend tomorrow night?” Vilus asks, her open invite to this strange man now rests solely on the premise that he maybe some wealthy eccentric. Kaevon prepares to leave the gallery space.

“I look forward to it, everything will be as it should,” he says, walking away.

Vilus watches Kaevon leave the gallery, she walks around to where he has leaned the image against the table. Lifting it, she views something which she can't completely recognize “I've seen this.” She says to herself again. Vilus leans across to her desk picking up her phone. Tempted to call Sarah, she then has second thoughts. Putting the phone back down onto the desk, her landline phone rings. She takes the call.

“Vilus Gallery.”

“Hi Allison, it's John Mason the buyer from Chicago, we met earlier. Discussing a business proposition with some of your represented artists.”

“Hi, how can I help you?”

“Well, I've just spoken to my clients, they are also very interested in the other artists on your books, namely the examples of works you offered tonight.”

“Well, I am very happy to hear that. Would we be looking at the same deal?”

“Fifty and fifty, leave it that, best keep a good gallery and buyer relationship,”

“Wow! That is great news...”

“Also, I've personally recommended to some very reliable New York clients to attend the gallery tomorrow night.”

“Thank you, it's going to be a great night.”

“Alright take care, I'll have my lawyer contact you tomorrow.”

“Thank you again, bye.” Vilus ends the call. She looks down at Kaevon's image, quickly picking up the framed print, she then secures it to the wall behind her.

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Reading: "The Curator" from Paradox of the Locus (A.Glass 2016)