“Sounds good to me”, Griff observed,
When she opened the studio door, out the oriel window the sun was setting on San Francisco Bay, sending a glow of filtered daylight onto the light blue checked tablecloth that covered the round oak table, onto the champagne glasses and French dessert plates on the table, and onto the centerpiece of white daisies in an antique French vase. On the studio table, mingling -- with Arches Paper in various weights and sizes, paint brushes and archival artists pens, assorted toy store objects, tubes of paints, a pile of stencils, Yes paste, and triangular pieces of transparent plastic -- art books were seemingly haphazardly left open. On the walls, Caydance’s drawings on rice paper, hung from library newspaper racks, were translucent in the setting sun.