Breathe by Amber Lacie

Author:Amber Lacie [Lacie, Amber]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-12-10T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 17

Seasons come and go. Fall leaves are replaced with icy winters. Warm gentle breezes melt away the ice and tulips begin to bloom around the campus. They spring up in bright bold colors, lining sidewalks and windowsills. My favorite tulip is sitting on my desk in a small mason jar, half filled with water. The first purple petal fell off today. I have it pressed between two books with a can of paint sitting on top for extra weight. If I am lucky, one more petal will fall before he brings me a new one. He has been bringing me a flower every day with a cup of coffee, since I settled into my gallery.

It still feels weird to call it that. I’m twenty-one years old and I have my own art gallery. Technically, it belongs to all three of us, but it is my special place. It is where I come to think, create, and just be me. When we first met Janel, she was running a gallery featuring some of my artwork, along with Holden’s photographs. Although Holden and I still want to open one in New York, we couldn’t turn down this opportunity. The remodel of the new building turned out to be too costly for the old owners and they quickly put it up for sale. Holden’s photographs, along with my artwork were selling rapidly. Janel was a perfect business match for us. She was already an established art dealer by the time we met. Jokingly, I asked Holden if we could put a bid on the studio. He took me seriously and so did his parents. They fronted us the down payment cost that we couldn’t cover. The studio is split fifty-fifty, with Janel having one half, and us sharing the other.

The spring semester has already started. I only attended two days, before I gave it up. It wasn’t for me. I felt caged. At the studio, I am able to breathe, to move freely, and I feel so incredibly alive. Holden is continuing with his photography major. It was part of the agreement with his parents. They would help us start our business, but he has to finish school. His mom felt at least one of us should have a degree.

Holden should be here soon. The new studio sign is being hung today. I can’t wait to see everything in place. The grand opening is tonight. There is nothing like getting everything done at the last minute. It’s my fault we are rushing things today. The sign was delivered a few weeks ago, but it wasn’t right. There was something about it that didn’t sit well with me.

Escapes was painted in chiffon black on a large cream color wooden sign. It looked out of place, way too modern for what I was wanting. I couldn’t figure out how to combine it with our gallery. I didn’t know how to blend the old with the new. Holden showed me photographs of an older sign hung above an old motel.

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