Highly Commended in the State Library of Queensland Young Writers Award (2011)
In the tired light the street outside Dominic’s window looks like it’s made of scorched foil. His studio is quiet except for the repetitive echoes from a cello lesson across the road. He always feels self-conscious when packing up his brushes and washing the paint off his hands, perhaps because he’s seen these actions performed in films, but in these idle moments at the end of the day he also feels more confident about his work. In the morning he will review his efforts with dismay and dismiss them as untidy or immature, but for now he is almost content.
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