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art styles. He wasn’t interested in handing over his hard work to a less than reputable dealer. A guy who knew nothing about the art world but could talk a good game might get your work into his gallery; however, after it was there he wouldn’t be able to sell one piece to any clients.
    No, he had to find the right venue to sell his most prized pieces.
    The more informed and knowledgeable the art dealer was would be the person who would land some of his art. More experienced art gallery owners knew how to identify who the best artists are and were better at spotting trends that were ahead of the competition.
    Travis knew having a more recognized gallery owner with a good reputation for respecting their artists drew more writers and critics to art shows. This in the end paid off for everyone by drawing more interest to the work hopefully bringing a bigger crowd to the next show.
    Well, he might be wishing for the rest of his life for that kind of art gallery because he hadn’t been lucky enough yet to find one gallery owner whose comprehension of art couldn’t fit onto the head of a pin. Until he did, Travis made a promise to himself to keep working on his art and storing it away until the right hands to place it in came along.
    Travis could spend all day thinking about his art work, but he needed to get to town and pick up his art supplies. In addition, he made a mental note to stop by Dana Clair’s café to see if his Black Tea was in yet. The last time he was there, Dana told him to give it another week. He never thought he would be the type of guy to love tea, but Jenni introduced him to it and he hadn’t stopped drinking it since.
    Getting into his jeep, Travis pulled out of the secluded part of the woods hoping that it wouldn’t take more than two hours to get everything he wanted in town, because he didn’t want to waste any more daylight than he had to on this trip. He was dying to get back and finish up the newest painting he was working on.

 
    Chapter Three
     
     
    Walking through the doors of Divine Design Renee instantly got a feel of peacefulness and comfort as she glanced around the place that gave her so much pleasure every time she turned the key in the lock. She loved how huge the gallery was. It was one of the things that her clients would comment about. She’d received several compliments during her showing. The expanse of white walls showcased the variety of paintings, drawings and sketches to perfection. And the few sculptures being displayed on white podiums in the corners drew the eye and added visual variety to the gallery experience.
    Every painting on the walls meant so much to her. Honestly, she was probably more attached to them then the artists who spent their time painting them for her gallery. It had taken her a while to build the reputation that she had gained in the community.
    Truthfully, some of the residents did give her a side look when she walked down the sidewalk because they didn’t think owning an art gallery was a true career, but more of a hobby to kill time. Yet, she wasn’t about to allow those people’s opinions to take up space in her head. The issues they had with her were their problem and not hers in the least.
    Why would she allow any of them to have any kind of power over her after everything she had already experienced in life? She had already experience intellectual and financial set backs to get where she was today. Now, she was already ten steps ahead of where she never thought she would be at this point in her life.
    The first six months after her gallery had opened were the most painful in her life because she wasn’t sure if the funds she had set aside would be enough to keep her business afloat. Add trying to have a respectable enough exhibition to stay in business for longer than a year was a lot to take in, but she did it and without the help of anyone else.
    What she hadn’t known back then was she had been on everyone’s radar and she did mean