Chapter Four
Hers was a two bedroom apartment; one room for sleeping, the other she’d converted into a workroom. When we entered her studio, she pointed to her drawing table. On its slanted surface lay a color-saturated pastel painting of a fantasy scene. It was not quite finished, so that a couple of small areas had not had color applied and the underlying pencil sketch could still be seen.
“This is the first time I’ve used these chalk sticks for an assignment. The art director seemed pretty happy with the rough I gave him and I’m pretty pleased with the way this is coming along.”
“I can see why. This is gorgeous, Colleen. Wow! You’ve really made some progress since the last time I saw your work.”
“Thanks.”
As I replaced the art on her drawing table, I noticed the folding door to her
