He had a gazillion things to do but not much time to do it. The world seemed to spin faster now that he had stepped out of his comfort zone.
It did not help that he had a hungover. He could not sleep last night, thinking about everything wrong going on in his life. In the end, he had a few drinks too many, even to his liking.
"I like this one." His publicist spoke on the other corner of the room, inspecting some of his latest work. "I feel it speaks volumes to me."
She promised to connect him to another gallery where he could showcase his art pieces. She was not an expert in paintings or artworks, but she had many connections and a strong influence in the elite social circles.
If anyone could help him reach his target demographics, it was her. But first, he had to convince her that his recent paintings were far better than his last ones.
"I gather it is to your liking." He was hopeful that this time, his luck would change.
