"Oil is my usual medium. However, cleaning involves noxious fumes and combustibility. Oil pastels are not preferred." Molly turned a but to catch the newcomer out of the corner of her eye.
"My first landscape in over a year. But surrealism crept in. It called. Maybe a siren summoned me. Come with me, my love, to the sea..." She turned suddenly, fully facing Eve and thrusting out a hand marred by dry smears of watercolors. "Hello. I'm Molly. I don't remember meeting you. I tend to meet people more than once. Second chances at first impressions."