Studio life

 

My staging space has been co-opted by the household security guard. I should have expected this because he's been camping out by my feet most mornings. 

Now I have a small stretched canvas balanced on my knees while I try to level the camera and work around the shadows flickering through the window screen. 

The hard light tells it true. 

Barriers

I believe he knows what's hidden under that piece of linen. 

I have been instructed to leave off with marketing for a bit. Attend to other matters. 

Who am I to argue with the 'Verse?