“Not yet.” I shook my head, embarrassed. “I guess I need someone to motivate me.”
“It looks like you’re motivated to paint, at least.” His eyes wandered the room, taking in the stacks of paintings I’d done in the past months. I’d been on a creative streak, but a lot of them were only half-finished. Some of them I’d given up on altogether. Now I wished I had something solid to show him.
“Tera! My God!”
“What?” Mom sounded panicked. “What’s wrong?”
His mouth was open like he was in shock. I followed his gaze to one of my paintings. Want.
Slowly, he walked toward it. Mom and I trailed behind.
It wasn’t a large painting—about the size of a poster board—but it stood out. As I watched him study it, I saw my work with fresh eyes. The shadowy man hovering over the girl, pulling out tendrils from her kicking body. The girl’s mouth stretched wide in a silent cry. All the colors muted and grayed, what I imagined to be colors of pain.
Mr. Stewart leaned in, examining the details. “It reminds me of William Blake’s work.” I saw what he was getting at. All those paintings with anguished faces, bodies crouched and suffering. All those poems about innocence lost.
“You like it?” Mom asked him.
“Absolutely.”
Mom squinted at it. To her, it would look ugly, but I knew what Mr. Stewart was seeing. He saw all those parts of me that had gone into creating it. Shame, pity, love. Most of all, love—not for my grown-up self—but for the little girl in the painting.
“It’s you, isn’t it?” Mr. Stewart asked me. “The girl in the painting?”
I nodded. They were all me, in some shape or form. They were all self-portraits.
“It’s beautiful,” he said, and I couldn’t help smiling a little, because I knew he was talking about me.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Huge thank-yous to Joyce Sweeney and Jamie Morris, for teaching me about the craft of novel writing and for cheering me on in every stage. I’m also indebted to Joyce’s Tuesday critique group, especially Joanne Butcher, Cathy Castelli, Faran Fagen, Stacie Ramey, Jonathan Rosen, and Mindy Weiss. Another critique group—Pam Morrell, Robert Ochart, Erica Orloff, and Jonathan Van Zile—saw this book in its earliest stages and helped me find my way.
To all the people of SCBWI: thank you for guiding me through the world of publishing. And to David R. and Victoria Trenton: thank you for guiding me through the labyrinths of the prison system.
I owe a debt of gratitude to my agent, Tina P. Schwartz, and my editor, Jacquelyn Mitchard, for taking a chance on a new writer and a tough subject. I hope I make them proud.
Lastly, I want to thank my family—including Mom, Dawn, Eva, Harrison, and Megan—for their unconditional love and support. I especially want to thank my husband, Adam, and my son, Caleb. You guys are the best family ever!
Copyright © 2015 by Melody Maysonet.
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Maysonet, Melody.
A work of art / Melody Maysonet.
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[1. Artists--Fiction. 2. Fathers and daughters--Fiction. 3. Sexual abuse--Fiction.] I. Title.
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