From Judge Nancy Jooyoun Kim’s statement on Cenacolo:

In “Cenacolo,” an art historian and mother constructs an intimate portrait of an intense childhood friendship that couldn’t survive being a woman and the erasures on which adulthood is often built. This is a story of looking and being looked at as a girl and later a woman, and what it means to understand the self through art made by men—from Andy Warhol to Filippo Lippi—art that is also controlled and monitored, like the title’s Cenacolo at Ognissanti in Florence, open from “Monday and Thursday, nine to noon,” as precisely as women’s bodies and behaviors. In addition to its painterly selection of detail and color, from the greyness of bare feet after city walking in flip flops to the sfumato orange, the scar of a wildfire on a hill, what makes this short story quietly astound is its powerful unsettling examination of the porousness of memory for women still wet with the plaster of labor and loss.