the painting. is leaning on a parking. meter the first thing you see is.. the camera flash on the snowflakes likedaubs of time.as a disciplinary. reminder.inside this scene which pleases. itself.
it is nightwe learn from such. high contrast .on the left.his hands and lips clasped. around what
lost word. street meanders black.lusciouspulled backas water to the throat of the seawhere
contrast sprouts .she . in the white cast of canvas. . leaning towards distance .footprints in the snow mistaken for footprints. curls her fingers unwitting mimic of that. pale leafy.figurein the

paint beside her