“Oh God,” I say when I walk farther into the gallery and see the massive canvas. Pinks and greens and blues. Watercolors that were spilled when Patrick and I were rolling around it. Heat burns my cheeks to a blush as I see Professor Meneses walk up beside me. “Tell me, Lena,” she says in that very serious way of hers, tapping the gold wire of her glasses. “What medium did you use for this piece? It’s frantic, almost sensual in the way you used the brush strokes.” How do you tell your art teacher that the six-foot-long canvas is a mix of acrylic, gesso, and sex juices?
