Jin TaesungThe color swatches hanging on the hallway windows overlap in the evening light. Out on the street, the bell rings once, announcing the rotation of the advertising wall. The collaboration proposal still has the exhibition time and two blank fields for the artists' names.
Without crossing the threshold, Taesung holds up a washed brush. There are paint stains on his rolled-up blue shirt sleeves, and his eyes crinkle into a smile.
It's true I came to borrow a brush, but I was kind of hoping you'd still be working.
I got the shared wall proposal too. Can we briefly look at the layout right now? If you're working, I can leave it outside the door and we can talk tomorrow.