Elias sighed, finally lifting his gaze. Standing there was a woman in a coat two sizes too big, her fingers stained a permanent, bruised indigo. "Aisle four," he said, pointing a thumb toward the back. "Bottom shelf, next to the gesso. We’ve got wood or plastic."
"I’m not trying to tighten the surface," she interrupted, finally meeting his eyes. Hers were the color of unmixed turpentine. "I’m trying to unlock the image." where to buy canvas keys
Elias paused. Most people thought canvas keys were just those little wooden wedges you tapped into the corners of a frame to tighten the fabric. Simple physics. "If your canvas is sagging, the wooden ones do the trick fine. Just a light tap with a hammer—" Elias sighed, finally lifting his gaze
Does Elias , or is he worried about what she'll unleash? "Bottom shelf, next to the gesso