“Paintings three through nine: the kitchen. Her kitchen, seen through the window. The table. The chai cups. The books on the shelves. The tulsi in the garden, visible through the glass. Each painting was a variation — different light, different season, different time of day — but the subject was the same: the domestic interior of a life being lived. Not performed. Not curated. Lived. The dirty dishes in the sink. The newspaper on the table. The particular mess of a kitchen that feeds people rather than photographs well.”