April arrived with the kind of spring that only exists in memory and poetry—the trees along the quad bursting into green overnight, the air losing its knife-edge cold, students shedding their winter coats like snakes shedding skin. Marcus felt the seasonal change like a physical presence, as if his body recognized the symbolism of winter becoming spring, dormancy becoming growth.
The graduate exhibition was scheduled for the last Friday of April, and Marcus had spent weeks curating his portfolio selection. Unlike his thesis presentation, which had been an academic exercise for faculty and peers, the spring exhibition was a public event. Alumni would attend, potential employers, gallery owners, anyone with an interest in emerging artists. It was both showcase and audition, a chance to launch a professional career.



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