Short Story: Retrospective Introspection
Start from Hands of Destruction.
“The paintings at the beginning are so different from the end,” his friend commented as they left the art gallery.
He thought about his own art, if they were lined up in a retrospective collection from the traditional mediums he began with to the structures he created using his powers that were uniquely his. He thought about how his art journey would have ended before it really hit its stride if not for one fan who fought for him.
“I wonder if she had any fans,” he mused.
“Isn’t it all about the art?” his friend asked.
He shrugged. “Doesn’t hurt to have extra support.”