The Artist’s Apprentice
I was a little nervous; no, anxious more than nervous or apprehensive is a better word for the way I was feeling. After all, this was the biggest day of my life to this point and all of the art world would be looking at me, or at least my work. I was to open my showing at a prestigious New York art gallery this very evening and I just wished it was all over and everyone loved my work, that’s all. I had every reason to believe that they would, everyone always does, but I just wanted tonight to be over. I am a 27 year old artist in oils, I am, what you would call, a prodigy and have been in the spot light before, but never to this extent. This particular galley …