The Epiphany of Julien Bellerose
Julien threw his brush down in disgust. In the four months since his admission to the Ecole de Beaux Arts, he’d painted scenes all over Paris. He…
Julien threw his brush down in disgust. In the four months since his admission to the Ecole de Beaux Arts, he’d painted scenes all over Paris. He…
His mother’s footsteps thundered in the hall and a familiar feeling of dread formed in the pit of his gut. “Put that horror back in the armoire,” she said…