"I've been taking pictures, wanting to sketch people. But people aren't coming in my head. They just look off. Shifted. Fear and wonder in the minds eye. Not in the least appealing. Plans rarely turn out." Molly wiped a smear of bright yellow mustard from her chin. "So you paint what calls, even if it can't be captured or stilled."
"Have you seen the gallery yet? They sell stacks of art there. Charge extra for frames already attached. Seems suspect to me."