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After Lizzie is fed, Nora gives me a tour of the house. It’s as big as it appears on the outside, numbering over a dozen rooms, including a dedicated library, a home theater with an enormous screen, a gym filled with all sorts of equipment, and a sunlit room that serves as her art studio.
The half-finished paintings inside are a striking blend of surrealism and modern expressionism, with familiar shapes and objects, like trees, distorted into something intriguingly sinister. The color palette leans heavily toward reds and blacks, as if everything’s consumed by fire.
“You are amazingly talented,” I say sincerely, and Nora grins, thanking me. As the tour proceeds, she explains that she started painting as a way to keep herself from going crazy on the private island where Julian k
