Luna Gallery
Juniper Marlow
I thought seven years of marriage had given me a home, but I was just a supporting character in someone else's love story.
When I saw that ArtForum magazine, my heart nearly stopped—my mother's only legacy, Ansel Adams's signed Moonrise, Hernandez, was hanging on the wall behind Evangeline. She reclined elegantly on white Italian leather, her smile perfect like a victory announcement.
Adrian called it a "temporary loan," but I knew the truth: when a man starts giving your treasures to another wo...
When I saw that ArtForum magazine, my heart nearly stopped—my mother's only legacy, Ansel Adams's signed Moonrise, Hernandez, was hanging on the wall behind Evangeline. She reclined elegantly on white Italian leather, her smile perfect like a victory announcement.
Adrian called it a "temporary loan," but I knew the truth: when a man starts giving your treasures to another wo...