Did they, really? The only really fantastic artist she knew of was Forde, and even that seemed a little hush-hush. She tried to remember anything he'd done that was really spectacular in his eyes, and she couldn't vividly conjure up any images. Maybe he covered all of his canvas as well.

"Blue, hm?" she asked curiously. "A dark blue or a light blue, do you think? I would like to do something that is heartwarming."