Who can paint summer in fifty brushstrokes and three colors? Brushes
and palettes clattered throughout the warehouse, artists bent on a
challenge beyond mind-numbing portraits and caricatures. It didn’t pay
the rent, but it kept us sharp.
Hours passed. Still a blank canvas. The judges grew impatient. “The
competition’s only until three.” I took no notice. Someone won. I
don’t know who.
Alone in a warehouse. Brush on paper – a broad, confident stroke. I
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