Gemotions

It felt like a punch to the gut. The "Street Art" exhibition featured her graffiti murals, re-branded and re-attributed. The gallery, run by a man named Victor, had been trying to get her to work with him for months, she’d refused. This was his “solution.”

He went to the opening, his face carefully blank. He walked up to Victor, his voice devoid of warmth. “Impressive,” he stated, pointing at a mural that was clearly his.

He spent the remainder of the evening "critiquing" the placement of the art, subtly pointing out the inconsistencies in the style, and making very specific, and highly technical, observations about the paint used. Victor's smile slowly disappeared, replaced by a look of utter defeat.