WHISPER

WHISPER

We’re most pleased that you’ve seen fit to visit us here. As usual we’re doing business at the old stand—or on the same wires if you will—because our stock-in-trade is paintings. All sorts of paintings: charming little still-lifes and, on a few occasions, a few still-deaths.
Now check this one if you will: strips of ethereal night clouds as seen from the vantage point of a square acre of tombstones, and the face of a neutral onlooker who surveys the silence. Well, perhaps not quite total silence, because the name of our painting is “Whisper,” and it tells the story of one body inhabited by two people—and at a point, as you can well imagine, this gets crowded. And if this one doesn’t ice up the old spine, we’ll send you one of our official apologies . . . along with the body. That’s the kind of guarantee you get in the Night Gallery.