The Man in the Picture

“The face was that of a man in torment.”

Paintings feel like windows. Sometimes something looks back at you. Theo should have looked away from that Venetian scene much sooner.

“Shadows were dancing on the walls.”

Old stories told by firelight carry a different kind of weight. You can almost feel the cold creeping into the room as the Professor talks.

Greed and pride can trap a person in ways they never expected. One wrong move and you are part of the scenery forever.

“The water was as black as ink.”

Venice feels beautiful but deeply sinister here. The water hides more than just the foundations of the buildings.