The Art Forger, by B.A. Shapiro

I’m still thinking about artists and their process. Here we have Claire Roth, a young painter who has somehow made herself anathema to the art world. She is still painting, alone in her hardscrabble Boston studio, one of a warren of studios carved out of an old handkerchief factory where she—illegally—also lives. She’s working on what she calls her windows series. As she describes them to the gallery owner who has come to view her work:

“It’s urban windows, Boston windows. Hopper-esque them...