No art without sin

this is a novel of the art world: equal parts love, ambition, and betrayal. weland tilyard used to say he had given the gift of sex to the heartland: paintings whose erotic charge was subdued to such beauty and warmth that it became a kind of innocence. it made him famous. but when he cranked into motion the whole elaborate machinery of public attention, bea holliman had been carried along as well, transformed into a figure of such beauty and erotic power that it took years for people to realize she was none of those things. now weland wants to bring it all back-the fame, the passion-with a brand new twist. but here's the thing about fame. it's never what you think. and passion always cuts both ways.