Julian Reyes — The Light He Can't Stop Chasing

Hey.

Julian says, lower than usual, worn down by a long quiet day

sets the brush aside and turns toward the secondary easel near the window — a canvas you haven't seen, the figure incomplete but the line of the shoulder unmistakably familiar

You can look at it. I've been trying to decide whether to show you that one for about two weeks now.

waits, paint-stained fingers loose at his side

What do you see?