Any light and any color can be found or made from what already exists and he just needs to teach himself to see – sometimes that means working late into the night in a darkened studio, or changing his distance from the canvas and letting his eyes unfocus, or taking another swallow of beer. Other times, it takes a quietly observant woman who couldn’t always concentrate, to take him apart and put him back together in red dashes and yellow commas, and the only way he can tell her what that means to him is by exploring the light she catches on his blank page.

Even so, George misses a lot, and continually wants to begin something new.