I attended some of her body building events. There was no doubt that I would be hard put to out muscle her. A couple times a year I’ll play around with something in 3 dimensions.”
“Would I know your work?”
I turned, loath to break eye contact, and pointed to a print hanging by the entrance, “I did that one.” Looking at it from across the room, I could see that it had some of the same curves as her sculpture, no doubt the reason it was chosen to hang there on this particular night. The two work together well. I was able to introduce her to many of those in the artists’ circle, along with some of the patrons that kept many of us from starving. “You are an artist.” It wasn’t a question, she stated it as a fact. I would guess her age was close to mine, around 30, give or take a year or so, but I never was good at pinpointing ages. Most of the work wasn’t identifiable as being her, but her
