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Beck picks up his plate of sushi, turns so that he’s sitting sideways to face h the first piece, and he arches an eyebrow at me in silent question I can’t tell him I’d rather watch hi I don’t recognize It’s good, but I think al would be with Beck for co back, and I could tell by your voice that you were hiding howstraight for the heart of it all “What was your favorite part about art school?”
I add sugar tofro with anyone before at least ten” Most nights hadon various projects “If you were unlucky enough to land an earliercoffee pots
“Actually, I think it earing overalls and a faded, thrift store flannel shirt for like four days in a roithout anyone noticing until I took a trip to the laundromat, washed it, and cleaned off the paint” Even to my own ears, my voice sounds richer as I discuss my life as an artist
“That re Huntsworth I ate, slept, and breathed my work, and I loved it” Beck’s wistful tone echoesaround other artists all day Iand who stole soear…” My eyes catch on Beck’s throat as he laughs, his Ada as he throws his whole head back with the eroups we formed by discipline truly became family”
Warmth covers ers are intertwined with rasp
His voice breaks as he speaks “And now you’re far away from the first people who really understood you”
“I had you and Tasha first,” I blurt without thought Glancing up, I want to see his reaction There isn’t one on his face, but I can’t find it in me to be disappointed His eyes are on our joined hands, and neither of us o
Minutes pass before he speaks again “What’s harder: being away fro the freedoht breeze toys with his hair, sending aves into his eyes He hasn’t had it cut in a while I brush the the sensation of those silken strands slipping between ers
I don’t want to talk about my art It hurts too much “I miss my studio I miss the way the afternoon sun would reflect off a carefully placedmy eyes, I sink into the memories “It suests I etting to ithout worrying about overstayinganyone There was this exhibit I did…” My hands release Beck’s and flutter around as I speak, so excited even now as I describe the photographs I took and how I recreated the I wish Tasha and I had been able to come out I remember when you sent us the postcard about the show I think she has one in her scrapbook, and the one you addressed to me is in my desk at hoes toit look like an advertisement for the world’s most perfect food I’m happy that I haven’t spilled sushi rice down s that didn’t sell I et them into a boutique don tome what a failure I am” The label sticks with me and will continue to until I can soain If I can “Even if I fail at doing anything with ”
His hands reach for me, clasp my shoulders, and squeeze until it is alave it your all, but the economy let you down