twenty-four LeniThe paper feels so fragile between my fingers, and I’m terrified to move in fear of ripping it. Yet it’s real—my first check for a commissioned piece of artwork. It’s surreal. I can hardly believe it, yet I hold the proof in my grasp. Someone paid me to paint a piece for them.
A woman who purchased one of my Texas landscape paintings at my show in Austin wants me to create a similar piece, though on a much larger scale, for the sizable lobby of her law firm. It will be the biggest piece I’ve ever painted, and this check is the most I’ve ever received for my work.
“Everything okay?” Liam’s voice is etched with concern.
I pull my stare from the check to meet his gaze. “Yes, more than okay.” I give him a reassuring smile. “I’m in awe really. I’ve dreamed of this moment my w
