Past LivesChapter 19
Switching from a five-by-seven or larger canvas to a three-by-three painting surface took an effort to shorten my brush strokes so the finished painting would match the vision in my mind. I cursed under my breath and threw the brush on a table. Agnes's gurgling laugh echoed off the studio walls. I looked up and saw her leaning on the loft railing. "Not as easy as you thought it would be, huh?" she said. She held a glass of wine in her hand. I remembered her arriving at the studio but had...