“Okay…so explain to me how this place…Berkley Art Academy, works?” Beth said to Jesse as she drove Jesse to her new home for two weeks.
“They aren’t like a normal university or college institution, they’re a private establishment set up by a famous artist that died about twenty years ago and left his entire fortune and estate to keeping the academy going.”
“James Berkley?” Beth asked a little in awed. “Never heard of him…”
“Well, I suppose normal people probably haven’t…but his paintings are worth a couple of hundred thousand dollars a piece…” Jesse chortled. “Anyway…they don’t actually run classes or follow semesters, they are all year round, you are expected to want to dedicate your time to your art…with weekends off.”
“So you live there?”
“Yeah, and you live and breathe art…they pu
