"I saw an exhibit once, and they had portraits by several different artists, all of the same woman. It was really interesting, the different things they all saw in her face, and her shape. How they could all be looking at the same person in the same light, and see so many things..."
Mandy leaned on the bar, intrigued by the idea of customised artwork. "I've got a quilt that my Grandmother made, with these soft, old colours. I keep thinking it looks like a field with flowers. I'd love something that brought those colours out, you know? Little bits of colour..." She sighed, wondering if she was making sense, then picked up the glass and finished off the wine. 'If that's even something you could do? I'd love to come see the studio, though..."
She had a bit saved aside; maybe it was enough for a little indulgence.