[ perfect, ahmi whispers in delight, loud enough to be heard while she adjusts her camera to face a canvas. her stool, her colors, and her water is all there. she starts with a pencil and makes an outline in a short span of minutes, the light to be seen. ]

I do! And you see, [ and now, the paints. ] they are very vivid memories, in a beautiful place. I’ve made it a habit to materialize them as soon as they come to mind.

I know I won’t forget again, but the fresher the better, yes?