Mina stood in front of a painting that she found herself swayed by. It was of a small illuminated figure, maybe a man, maybe a woman, and it was surrounded by darkness. Within the black, the artist had somehow managed to paint hands that were reaching out to the light. She liked the photo because it made her mind work. Were the hands reaching out to the light for help or were they trying to smother it?
President Lee's aunt was an art curator, but aside from that, she organized shows and exhibits for lesser known artists to display their ability, and Mina found herself liking the woman without meeting her. According to President Lee, seventy percent of the proceeds went directly to the artist, fifteen percent to his aunt, five percent to the venue, and the remaining percentage went to whatever cause the artist chose, barring only political contributions.
