Dom Volaju
Do you have a comrade?
Koblai Art Gallery - Manarai Heights, Coruscant
The small crowd of invited guests, art critics, collectors, curators and others gracefully moved around the brightly lit room of the Koblai art gallery, located in one of the poshest districts in the ecumenopolis. On exhibition was a collection from the late, great surrealist painter Pic Lasso. Although famous in his own right near the end of his life, his death ten years ago brought about a new enthusiasm for his work from the public. This newly kindled popularity meant that many of the pieces in the gallery were valued into the many millions, some much higher still.
"Don't you love how he managed to convey his sense of personal isolation while still illuminating the canvas with color?" a diminutive man in a designer green raincoat quipped to Dom, the both of who were standing at the edge of the gallery.
"Ah yes, it's quite wonderful..."
Dom was in the art business. That isn't to say he was an artist. He certainly wasn't. Nor did he appreciate art like the rest of the connoisseurs gathered in the gallery today. He was into the business aspect of art, which really meant he was into the kinds of people who were in this room. He normally found their type rather 'stuffy' and dull, but they had deep pockets so he put on a mask and played their game. While the people often bored him, the lifestyle didn't, from the the lavish parties and balls to the women so beautiful most unlucky fools would waste a lifetime stuck dreaming of them. Dom was an impostor, and he loved it.
Most important, however, is that these people had contacts. Hell, they were contacts. One may be surprised at how much the world of art and the world of crime overlap. Not that Dom was a criminal, or that any of these 'fine' people were. But Dom was making his transition into the 'goods and services procurement industry', as he called it, and the line between what's legal and what isn't is often blurry. This experience was crucial to building a professional rapport among those that may eventually require his services.
[member="Jen"]
The small crowd of invited guests, art critics, collectors, curators and others gracefully moved around the brightly lit room of the Koblai art gallery, located in one of the poshest districts in the ecumenopolis. On exhibition was a collection from the late, great surrealist painter Pic Lasso. Although famous in his own right near the end of his life, his death ten years ago brought about a new enthusiasm for his work from the public. This newly kindled popularity meant that many of the pieces in the gallery were valued into the many millions, some much higher still.
"Don't you love how he managed to convey his sense of personal isolation while still illuminating the canvas with color?" a diminutive man in a designer green raincoat quipped to Dom, the both of who were standing at the edge of the gallery.
"Ah yes, it's quite wonderful..."
Dom was in the art business. That isn't to say he was an artist. He certainly wasn't. Nor did he appreciate art like the rest of the connoisseurs gathered in the gallery today. He was into the business aspect of art, which really meant he was into the kinds of people who were in this room. He normally found their type rather 'stuffy' and dull, but they had deep pockets so he put on a mask and played their game. While the people often bored him, the lifestyle didn't, from the the lavish parties and balls to the women so beautiful most unlucky fools would waste a lifetime stuck dreaming of them. Dom was an impostor, and he loved it.
Most important, however, is that these people had contacts. Hell, they were contacts. One may be surprised at how much the world of art and the world of crime overlap. Not that Dom was a criminal, or that any of these 'fine' people were. But Dom was making his transition into the 'goods and services procurement industry', as he called it, and the line between what's legal and what isn't is often blurry. This experience was crucial to building a professional rapport among those that may eventually require his services.
[member="Jen"]