@dirtymercy / benedict — call.
“What do you suppose the artist was thinking?” Elspeth eyed the canvas, head canting slightly to the side. “I always try to imagine—but I confess, this work has left me quite vexed.” She had read more about art than she had actually observed it, and she felt the difference keenly now. Her brother might’ve had something more thought-provoking to say, were he ever to share his passion for art with someone other than her.












