The show opened on a Thursday evening in May.
She had spent three weeks preparing for it and the preparation had been unlike any professional work she had done, not harder exactly, just different in the specific way of things that came from somewhere personal. She had selected twenty-three pieces from the series and several others from older sketchbooks that belonged alongside them, the kind of editorial decision that required a different kind of judgment than the professional one, not what was strongest technically but what was truest, what made the full shape of something when you put it together in a room.
Jess had been good to work with. Direct and honest and with a eye that Lena trusted immediately, the kind of taste that did not impose itself but knew how to ask the right questions
