"I can only paint what will come, not necessarily what I WANT. My best sellers were the ones unplanned, the ones that weren't of anything focused just the place inside that sometimes swallows me up. Other times I find myself drawing without realizing. Art isn't very logical for me. It can be insistent though."
Molly stuck out her tongue and crossed her eyes, trying to see if her tongue was blue yet. With a touch of resigned defeat, she gave up and started to fish through her bag of many wonders. She didn't often have make up with her... Nope... nothing. No compact.
"Yup, art dealers will frame you every chance they get. Take their fee and then cage you with wood." Molly fetched the ice-cream she'd pre-ordered. Blue confetti. "What they offer for sale here are reproductions. A few art prints, but mostly reproduced old masters and popular favorites with a Greek or Nautical theme. They are showing some interesting original pieces, but they are not priced. If you need to ask you cannot afford."