Miro’s Study, Pre-Dawn While Sandi laughs with Miro in the kitchen and Bartek juggles van keys, I slip away to the painter’s cramped, brush-splattered study. Miro’s old desk, littered with half-filled sketchbooks and the stub of a turpentine bottle, becomes my operational field. My movements are concentrated for the task: shoulders tight, gaze sharpened, each…