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âIâm scared to see what youâd do if you actually tried.â Jacques chides in response, examining with her work with finality. In his many centuries, Jacques collected fine pieces from famous painters. Yet none ever trumped those with significance. Although she came to him later in life, Skye was practically a daughter to him. Surely that trumped a passe, Spanish rendering of Picasso. Without missing a beat, he steps towards the mantle of the fireplace. His fingers pull off the Picasso, immediately swapping it with hers. âLooks wonderful.â
âTo be honest, Iâm afraid to try hard at something of my own. I can replicate the greats, down to how to make it look just as aged as the original. But my own art...itâs different itâs mine and it could be crap. And in an instant my dreams could be done and over.â What she didnât say was that it had to pass a test, that test was if Jacques liked it before sheâd even think of showing it to anyone else. Yet he said it was wonderful. âYou know I think youâre bias. Youâre practically my dad so isnât that a requirement of parents to say art looks great? Even if itâs stick figures?â she asked jokingly.Â












