they will shake their heads and wag their fingers
by daybreak we'll be gone
"A whole range, from the performative to the private-" Bastien said, tilting his head at the end to show he acknowledged her look towards him. "-Though I must admit I have neglected a lot of my other work for painting. Once, I was a business operator, a leader, an actor...I have performed many roles throughout my life and since, if I am lucky, it will go on for a long time still, I hope to perform many more." Ascension to him had always been about the extended life span, the time that flowed on and on ahead filled with promises of what could be.Laughing at her 'confession', Bastien leaned back and tilted his head from one side to the other, appraising the work before him. It was rough, colours and forms blocked in rather than refined, but there was enough of an idea there of what the picture would look like to reveal to Maeve. Reaching forward he gently took the canvas by the edges and spun it towards her. "What do you think? If you give me a few days I can have it finished."
BASTIEN
