Lesbian Love Вђ“ Nr. 09 -

Elena turned in her arms, the ochre paint staining her own thumb. "The others were about falling," she said, her eyes searching Sarah’s. "This one is about the landing. It’s about the fact that I’m not scared of the ground anymore."

The air in the small attic studio smelled of linseed oil and the remnants of a rainstorm that had just passed over the city. Elena stood before the canvas, her brush hovering over a patch of deep ochre. This was the ninth piece in her series— Lesbian Love – Nr. 09 —and it was the one she was most afraid to finish. Lesbian Love – Nr. 09

"It’s not just a shadow," Elena whispered, finally letting the brush touch the canvas. "It’s the way the light looks when it knows it’s about to disappear." Elena turned in her arms, the ochre paint

Sarah looked at the brushstrokes—the soft violets and the sharp, honest blues. "Nr. 09," she read off the edge of the frame. "What makes this one different?" It’s about the fact that I’m not scared