Graham remained silent.
Ian felt as if his idea took form in Kari’s crystal gaze. “Say she limits herself to two interviews. Tight restriction on who attends both. In one, she walks around the exhibition. Talking about how her art took form. Her beginnings.”
Another silence. Then Rafi asked, “The second?”
“Same structure, only this one takes place inside your gallery at the art fair. She talks about what she’s doing now. The new pieces. How she feels herself growing. Where she is headed. Who she is becoming.”
Graham asked, “What do you think?”
Rafi responded, “What doIthink? I’m back in heaven again.”
Graham had resumed his calm, thoughtful air. “This is a wonderful idea, Ian. How does Kari feel about it?”
By this point she had shifted over so as to lean her head on Ian’s shoulder.
“She seems agreeable.” Ian asked her as much as them, “Can I make one more suggestion?”
Graham said, “By all means.”
Kari nodded against his shoulder.
“Is there a top-tier art school in Miami?”
“There are several,” Graham said. “My favorites are the School of Fine Arts and the University of Art and Design.”
“Why not see if they’ll do a joint session, open only to students, to be televised after the fact? And it’s not handled by some snotty professor. The interview needs to be performed by the biggest television personality they can arrange. Aim for a structure they could offer to the Arts Channel as a special. At least, that’s how you should pitch it.”
Another silence. Then Rafi said, “Shivers.”
Graham asked, “Kari is open to this?”
As if in response, Kari slipped the kitten into Ian’s lap. But only so she could wrap both arms around his neck.
Ian said, “Kari thinks it might work.”
