-Angie, so you still remember the day when we first met?- Lu asked me while I was concentrating on one of my own paintings Master instructed me making. There was this dealer, whose client collected Salvador Dali fan-art, and I was a fan – kind a - who tried to make art.
Marcel, our Master, was a kind man, who had a passion for beautiful and unique pieces. He knew the best of the bests with the finest taste of wine, art, culture, design, architecture, beauty, passion and everything else from the highest shelf. And everyone knew that he would find the best specimen for the job which needed to be done with delicacy and passion at the same time. His sense and taste was unmatched and because of that he had as many friends as foes.
-Lu-u, can’t you be still for a while longer without asking stupid questions you already know answer to?- I really was bothered by
her ton of questions today that it almost seemed like she wanted to find something to pick a fight about. But then I remembered the last time she acted this way...
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