Chapter Six
Before I sought Kandinsky, I figured I’d visit MICA while I was in the neighborhood. So before I left Java Joe’s, I asked if there was an instructor at the school who might be helpful.
“Now that you mention it,” Steve said, “there is one that everyone likes. Marie Solomon. She mentors a lot of students. Melissa might be one. You could see if she knows anything.”
“Thanks, I will.” I lifted my latte cup in farewell.
The art school is spread over several blocks of Bolton Hill in Baltimore, and the logical place to start seemed like the administration building, a solid, white block of classical architecture. The high-ceilinged, columned foyer surrounded a marble stairway built to impress. Stairs led down from each side of the second floor, met in the middle, then descended as o
