Eine Paint...: Hogan, Jay Aus Dem Gleichgewicht

Hogan looked back at the canvas. The amber slashes seemed to pulse against the gray background. Without the comfort of a level horizon, the colors felt aggressive, active, as if they were sliding off the canvas onto the polished concrete floor. It was brilliant. It was also maddening.

"I can't leave it like this," Hogan murmured. "My eyes won't let me." Hogan, Jay Aus Dem Gleichgewicht Eine Paint...

Hogan froze. A young man leaned against the brick wall, wearing a jacket stained with dried turpentine and charcoal. His eyes were bright, restless, and locked onto Hogan's reaching hand. Hogan looked back at the canvas

The piece was titled Aus Dem Gleichgewicht —Out of Balance. It was a chaotic swirl of industrial grays and violent slashes of amber, the masterpiece of an reclusive artist named Jay. Hogan had spent his entire career as a curator correcting the world's leanings, straightening frames until his fingers were permanently calloused by the edges of heavy oak and sleek aluminum. It was brilliant

He stepped toward the canvas, his hand twitching at his side.