Chapter 12: Bleu de FranceDear Bump,
Myles, Lene, and Violet-Rose went out to pick up Myles’s scissor kit at his apartment. Lene demands a haircut.
They’ve been gone for hours and I’ve been trying to paint, but the brush and I have nothing to say to each other tonight. So in the last minutes, I’ve been sitting in my workshop, on the floor, with my back up against the wall. I thought maybe writing you, Bump, could help me connect with the part of me that knows what to do. The part of me that still knows how to listen to the wonderful and luminous silence of the hidden world.
From down here, I have a good perspective of my new work in progress. It’s going to be my best. It has to be my best. Because every secret I keep is in that painting.
Let me take you back to Marseilles, three years
