All that mattered was the art, he even forgot about the cold drink he had left in the front seat which was by now room temperature if not completely warm. Making his way back to prepare for some real focus and shake off the feeling of...Everything since he woke up.
So he worked, starting with his lines, squares and circles throughout the final hours of day, erasing this and correcting that as his corner of the earth turned away from the sun again. And just before the sun disappeared completely; Rowland took a step back and looked at what he had so far done:
It had no detail that which Rowland didn't believe it needed just yet; but it was a picture through a key hole on a hundred and seventeen by sixty-eight canvas, that actually framed the focal point. Of a man sitting in an arm chair l
