The artist glared at his canvas

Vincent slipped into his studio with the stealth of a cat. Early light seeped through the thin curtain covering the big window. He regarded the air, glanced towards his easel, and stole to the window where he hesitantly pulled the fabric aside – an inch at a time, all the while checking the impact on the light around his work space. Back and forth the curtain slid until, with a nod, the artist was satisfied.

This task complete, Vincent approached his work table with the stealth of a burg...