Chapter 8Annika
As much as Annika didn’t care for most contemporary art, she had to admit that the new exhibit was bringing in a lot of visitors, and resulting in more than the usual number of offers to buy as well. It made no sense whatsoever and never had. Even as a child, when she’d tried, at her mother’s insistence, to learn to appreciate all different kinds of art and music, apparently she lacked a broad enough understanding. No, intelligence, from her mother’s point of view. She was apparently too ignorant.
Maybe her mother was right. Because even after years of studying art, she couldn’t for the life of her find the value in art that didn’t look like anything real. No, that wasn’t quite true. Impressionism she could get behind. From a distance, all those little dots resulted in lo
