More, she thought at the great illumination. More. Get up. Get up and fight for us. I order you— No. No, that was the wrong thing to say. You didn’t order your art to do something, you asked it. Sometimes you begged. And sometimes it didn’t work, but when it did, if you were lucky, there was that transcendent moment when everything flowed and you couldn’t put a brushstroke wrong, and all the Studio Mandolini was with Rosa and she reached out and whispered, “Please.”
