Monochrome

Portland Review

Featured Story, April 2013

“During the two weeks they were in the cabin, Andi painted everything grayscale. The lampshades were salt and pepper and the rotting floors were charcoal. She made murals of black on white brick. They sat on flaking used furniture that looked and felt like concrete. Every morning, when Shot brought in wood for the fire, Andi sprayed it down until all the pieces turned to fog. The two stayed warm huddled around a wisp of a white flame, covered in chessboard blankets of raw wool. They breathed sharp paint chips beneath a perfectly overcast ceiling.”