Chapter Seven - Billy, The Swiss Painter
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March 2016
A lot had happened since the previous chapter, “Helpless” but I dare say that all that had transpired was in line with my longing, for my art business was rapidly flourishing and people in abundance were incessantly growing more and more fond of my artwork. Henceforth; I was no longer residing in Soweto for I had relocated to Maboneng, an amiable location in Johannesburg. The rent was slightly high compared to my previous apartment, but it was only fair, I mean, I was residing in Maboneng, a place filled with undeniable captivation and my new place was as comfortable as an old shoe.
Nonetheless, my art shop was still in Soweto, yet I was relentlessly thinking about moving it to Maboneng as well but I did not want to be hasty, because haste makes waste and I did not want to fall prey to the latter. My mother and I were still in touch, unfortunately, my father was still hostile towards me but I was no longer dismayed by his wrath and disapproval of my choices. My feelings towards him were still the same, I loved him and I was not prepared to cut off my nose just to spite my face by hating him for not being in line with my choices.
An opportunity to enhance my profile as a painter had befallen me, there was an art program in motion but to be a part of it, one had to apply and sadly, only thirty pupils were selected to take part. This remarkable program for painters was established by a Switzerland painter named Billy, he was famous for his abstract art and he had been an abstract painter for over two decades now. Therefore, with time he decided to establish a program that would help impassioned painters to expand themselves as well and it was open to everyone who was passionately keen to enroll. At first, I was hesitant to apply because I felt like I would not be appointed and with my father’s unrelenting negative words engraved in my mind, reluctance delayed me even further but I eventually decided to apply, afterwards I turned a blind eye to what could possibly happen.
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Billy was an amazing painter and yes, some people did not share the sentiment but he did not resent them for not having any fondness towards his art and I admired him for that. What's more, his work was not only limited to abstract art, expressly, it lengthened to other aspects of art but he was mostly known for his abstract artistry. He also led a private life and the public did not have much acquaintance about his lifestyle, myself included, we only knew of his art and one of his renowned artwork was named “Tropical”, it was the first artwork that gained him integrity in the field of art. He was thirty years old when he painted it and little did he know that it would prevail in abundance on his behalf and so it did.
As I said earlier, business was doing well, I was getting a number of orders daily and they tremendously required me to attentively work my fingers to the bone. Therefore, I was rapidly thinking about getting a temporary employee, someone who would help me during rush hour. What’s more, with the possibility of me enrolling on the art program at hand, my idea of getting an employee was more important and besides the art program, I just needed someone to help me, yet my mother would lend a hand at times during her free time and that really delighted me but I still needed to employ someone to officially fill the role.
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