““Confused, I followed Robin into the back room, where he began sorting through carefully wrapped canvases that hadn’t been stored in the vertical racks lining the wall yet. Finally he located three large portrait-sized ones and propped them against a wall, lined up in a row like a triptych. Then he stripped off the coverings. “Holy shit,” I breathed, staring at myself. Well, it was me, yet not really. I mean, clearly it was, but not anything like I’d ever seen myself.””
