BUSAYO A.

The story is titled Burnt Orange and I started writing it in the very uncomfortable cocoon of the pandemic in 2020.

I think about this quote that summarizes things; some years ask questions, others answer them. Maybe this was one of the years that answer

The second night, there were fewer streetlamps, and more mountains. I knew I was getting closer to home.

What is proper art? And how can we work to consider joy within art as worthwhile, as necessary?

And now, I think about this painting, of this woman sitting in a chair, likely in her house, pre-occupied in the easy brightness of her own.