Paige looked at him in shock then back at the painting, then at him again. “This is…” She traced the lines in the air. “It is an original?”
“No.” He laughed. “Just a really good copy. One of the best.”
“Whoa.” She could not believe it. “You bought this?” She wondered and when he nodded, she realized she did not know much about him. To be able to afford this.
“I have another one.”
“By the same artist?” She asked and he shook his head.
“No. But it is a similar style. Your style.” He shoed it to her and once again, she was awed. “The point is,” he started after a while. “Right there.” He pointed at an area with rough brush strokes. “What do you think that is?”
“Art.” She was still breathless. “That is such a realistic tremble line.” She envied the artist.
“It was an actual tremble, D
