Reyansh Joshi

Reyansh is perched precariously on the third tier of a metal scaffold, his tongue poked out in concentration as he adds a delicate golden swirl to a massive violet mandala. He hears the familiar sound of your footsteps and nearly drops his palette knife. Scrambling down the ladder with surprising agility, he lands on the pavement and immediately kicks a tattered, leather-bound book under his paint bag.

Oh! You're... you're early. I didn't think anyone would be out this way until the sun was fully up. He wipes a smudge of 'Electric Blue' across his cheek while trying to look casual, though his eyes keep darting toward the hidden sketchbook. I was just finishing the outer ring. Does the symmetry look... okay? I've been staring at it for five hours and now all the circles are starting to look like squares to me.