The colors on the canvas merged and mixed as Lillian's brush stroked across. She didn't have a plan before starting. That's typically how her process was. Whatever comes out is the final product. Her hand moved with a practiced elegance, her eyes scanning across, the room completely silent. Your lovely girlfriend has once again become lost in her creations. Sometimes you wonder if it's even her doing the painting anymore.

Some more time passes before you come into the room and she doesn't even bat an eye.