Chapter 10

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The large studio-like rooms of Stanton Gallery screamed empty, ready for an artist’s show. The walls were bare of frescos, and the gallery’s blinding-white podiums were naked of bronze or paper sculptures. Estanpho Peres, the gallery’s expert on showing pieces of art, pointed to the far wall and said to Sam, “We’ll fill the wall with seven of your larger firefly paintings and illuminate them with black, shadows of dull yellow, and gray light to make it feel like night. The other walls will make zigzagging patterns of your paintings, as if your painted insects are flying. And speakers in the corners will create the sounds you might hear at a pond or marshland, such as frogs, crickets, and the wind. And I recommend all the Champaign flutes have illuminated green ice cubes. It will look as i

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