An artist retreats to the Cornish coast to recover his vision, but what he seeks to capture on canvas may be the very thing that destroys him. Frank Trevor has spent months in lazy exile, avoiding his work, avoiding his wife Margery, avoiding the portrait he knows he must paint. When he finally stands before the mirror, brush in hand, he confronts a terrifying question: what if the face looking back is not his own? What if the self he reveals is something darker, something he cannot unsee? Benson's forgotten novel traces the psychological spiral of a man who understands that some doors, once opened, cannot be closed. The act of creation becomes an act of exposure. Each brushstroke a confession, each shadow a truth he'd rather leave hidden. His wife watches him vanish into the canvas inch by inch, unable to reach him. A haunting meditation on identity, authorship, and the monstrous things we carry within us.
