T F Rhoden — The Monarch Review
Oils – T F Rhoden
Tuesday, September 6, 2011 9:47 — 1 Comment
No morning romp, no private onanism; no shared breakfast, no quick snack; no pot of coffee, no shot of espresso: the two hours or so before dawn had to be used for work, had to be used solely for painting. Sevek awoke because of despair. But he awoke quietly, disturbing neither Pranaya nor the child sleeping bodkin between her parents. His wife and daughter knew nothing of his desperation. They only had a vague sense of his plight, understood that he wanted to paint, but did not know the ultimate reason why. Pranaya’s head lay unpillowed.  She was as supine […]
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