The New Artist’s Portfolio

She closed the book and leaned back, placing his portfolio on the table. Her lips were pursed, and her eyes were steadily fixed on the young man in front of her.

“I really don’t know what to say, Dylan.”

Dylan looked down, disappointed. He knew that he had a lot to learn, and that his art would be looked at as nothing else but amateurish and unworthy. There was no way anyone would be interested in them.

He nodded slowly and moved to collect his art book, but the woman raised a hand to stop him.

“I haven’t been in awe of anyone’s talent for a while. You said you have more to show? Return here with your other work tomorrow at 10 AM, and let’s discuss your exhibition dates.”

He quickly looked up, and saw that the woman had picked up the phone and was dialing some numbers. “Tomorrow at 10 AM sharp,” she called out to him, the receiver already nestled by her ear. “Please do not be late.”

Grinning, he nodded. He stood up, but not before seeing her pick up his collection and flip through it once more. With light steps, he headed for the door.

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Image source: deviantart.com/itapao/art/gallery-213747472
First written January 22, 2018.
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