Tatiana Farias Gold
New Year, No Identity
Frankie slammed the door so hard behind him he almost thought he broke it, but that would have been the least of his troubles for today. Monique turned around on her barstool, slowly to let what Frankie did really sink in. Frankie remained, breathing heavily, fanned out on the door like a wayward movie starlet from the 1930s. Monique would have expected nothing less.
The Art of Imaginary Friends
My hands were shaking when I opened up the heavy door of the Yume Art Gallery. Located on Carmel’s main street, it remained impossible to miss as you strolled by on your way to the white sand beaches. The owner Sonni was one of the only female gallery owners in Carmel and had always appreciated my work. She’d say ‘Marisol, one of these days you're going to design a collection for my gallery.’ Today was that day and I was elated even through my nerves. It was all reminiscent of my first showcase at 23 years old. That showing was a success and helped solidify my career as an artist.