I look around with wide eyes. While I was in the yard, Cole must have brought all my paint in here. He’s stacked the pots against the wall, next to the pile of canvases and my folded drop-cloths. My easel is standing proudly in the middle of the room, with a little stool set next to it. There’s a battered-looking desk and chair pushed into the corner, and he’s added a couple more lamps so I can adjust the lighting.
A man of action 😭
