Roy Jamini

Roy Jamini spent years painting the same crowded corner of Varanasi, until the street itself started talking back. He once told a friend he wasn’t copying buildings, he was copying light’s gossip with them. You’ll spot his hand in the small, golden glow that spills across The Last Supper’s table, as if the room’s own lantern decided to sit for the portrait.

Find it next: look for the way every shadow holds a second, whispering color; then stand close enough to hear the paint breathe.