"This and that. Just not houses. Walls on by special appointment. I paint what flows out. It isn't always by design. Today I painted the deep blue, catching a wave, and maybe something beneath." Molly made a face as Sean let out a puff of smoke in her direction. She fought back with a puff of bubbles.
"Molly had her first major art show just before Halloween. Not a single painting went for under three grand." Molly heard the pride in Sean's voice. This was the Sean not many got to see. The proud papa bear. "Some of it is strangely fluid impressionistic, others are... her mother standing before piece of cardboard where chalk angels wings had been sketched. Karen looked real enough to touch, and I could almost see the fold in the cardboard rising up from the canvas."
"He spent almost a months pay to buy what could have been his for asking." Molly rolled her eyes.
"No, I bought an artist's work. You deserve what you earn, sweetheart." Sean looked at Kevin. "If she offered you something, I'd advise you to take her up on it. I'm constantly surprised by what she creates. Something artistic woke up in her a few years ago. And she doesn't seem to be limited by any particular style."
"Real art isn't bound by rules, and it can't be fences or pushed into shapes not there." Molly handed her bubble wand over. "Can you full bubbles with smoke?"