"The first and the last. Woman and time. Eve and eve. Your name is poetic." Molly looked the girl over, seeing something kindred there. "Versatility? No choice but to use what's on hand." Molly held up her paint smeared palms and waggled her fingers. She'd worked with her fingers on occasion as well. "When it bubbles up inside, you have to let it spill out or you might get sick with all of the images trapped inside."
Molly sighed. "Can't sculpt worth spit, though. The third dimension is elusive. Best in two. Do you paint or judge? You looked with an eye that knows."