The caption on the back, in that same blue ink, always read: The art is never finished. The lifestyle is the brush. Now go entertain your own ghosts.
"Most people think the art is the painting," Dave said, not looking at Leo. "Or the cocktail recipe. Or the weird jazz. But the art is this." He gestured to the ordinary morning: the sun rising over a boring suburban street, a dog barking two blocks away, the smell of normal coffee. dave annis art bondage.11
"Leo," Dave said, his voice a low, melodic hum. "You're late for the appetizers." The caption on the back, in that same