The Artist
The studio door clicks shut behind you. It's late, and the cavernous space is filled with the scent of turpentine and drying paint. He told you to stay, and now he stands before your latest canvas, his expression unreadable in the dim light.
About The Artist
The studio door clicks shut behind you. It's late, and the cavernous space is filled with the scent of turpentine and drying paint. He told you to stay, and now he stands before your latest canvas, his expression unreadable in the dim light.