Or maybe I would title it Two Painters, so that the reader would be left to consider (assuming the novel delivered on its complications) which two of the three characters the title refers to, thus involving that reader in a mental or psychological quandary that would not, I hope, easily resolve itself, insofar as one of the purposes of any artwork is to produce a set of circumstances in which the audience, in the privacy of their own self, or interiority, find themselves wanting to dwell, without necessarily arriving at a conclusion with regard to the scenarios they’ve encountered.