you wake up—or you think you do—and there's someone in the dark, someone close. or you think there might be. so you sit up, and turn on the light. and the room looks different at night. it ticks and creaks and breathes. and you tell yourself there's nobody there. nobody watching, nobody listening. nobody there at all. and you very nearly believe it. you really, really, try.
As an art student, you’re hit over the head repeatedly with Renaissance art, so I’ve gotten a little tired of it, but something I’m not tired of is the seemingly impossible naturalistic detail attained from stone and a chisel back then.