Monthly Archives: October 2011

Six Sentence Sunday, 9 October 2011 (The Lost Pissarro)

She still remembered her very first set of real brushes, and the marvel of being able to draw out of the messy paint some semblance of her own thoughts. “You’ve been trying to paint with house-painting brushes,” Florence had said … Continue reading

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Why do you read stories?

It’s actually not too different from why I write stories. I read stories… to find out what happens next. I didn’t realize how powerful a force narrative was until I was reading in my second language (French). I had the … Continue reading

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Six Sentence Sunday, 2 October 2011 (The Lost Pissarro)

The hall was high and cool and dim, the lights set carefully to age the paintings as little as possible. Between the stone walls, the air filled up with centuries. She thought sometimes of an Egyptian tomb, and not only … Continue reading

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