*He looked over to her.* Almost as if walking through a doorway into the mind? I remember something someone told me about painting along time ago. You can paint. And then you can love to paint. But when you paint for love is when you know you are a true artist. I don't really understand it, but it seems pretty profound in a way. *He grinned. His eyes caught onto a statue of a cross with a man. It looked... wrong. Like not as if it was made wrong, it was an amazing realistic statue, but it was just wrong somehow. he looked to Lauren and then looked back. It was gone! He shrugged as the idea came into his mind that he had never seen it. Then he felt a sudden urge and ran his eyes all over Lauren's body. He took a step forward and then stopped himself as he realized what he was about to do. Why was he thinking and feeling this way? Instead he put his hand on her shoulder and turned her toward a statue of white marble to cover his confusion* So how would this one be painted? Red, with blue feet and yellow hair? *He laughed and his worries eased a bit again.*