Magic isn't important these days. Not with technology on the rise. People don't see a need for magic. It's a dying art. They'd prefer to "do things themselves than rely on unexplainable nonsense." so to speak. But I rely on magic. It's the only thing that's supported my brother, Kuba, and I for many years.
My brother doesn't like what I do. He says thievery will only get me in trouble, and sooner or later he'll probably be right. But people are willing to pay a lot for a magic painting. A painting that can give them entertainment, or companionship, or an escape... I was blessed, or cursed- some days I can't decide which- with the ability to detect the special art from the ordinary. Only a true master artist could produce amazing pieces, however. These days they say that skil is dead- been dead since the turn of the century when technology and science took the place of magic, but the graffiti in the allies of 12th Ave. say otherwise.
One word: Jump