Daniel: Can’t believe it’s been years. Did you do it?
Claire: Yes.
Daniel: Too bad. I can’t ever see your paintings.
Claire: You can feel the images on the canvas.
Daniel: It’s not the same.
(beat)
Daniel: What colors do you like to use?
Claire: I’m fond of reds and yellows. My somber paintings are blue.
Daniel: What’s yellow to you?
Claire: The sun, at certain times of the day.
Daniel: I don’t understand.
Claire: Come with me, I will take you outside.
Daniel: But you haven’t answered my question.
(beat)
Daniel: It’s warm and I can feel the cool air. Where are we?
Claire: We’re in yellow.
Daniel: A sunny day?
Claire: Breathe, Daniel.
Daniel: I’m breathing yellow?
Claire: Yes.
Daniel: I feel so warm and light. Can I taste it too?
Claire: Uhuh.
Daniel: How?
Claire: If you’ve ever relished the sweetness of honey, it’s yellow.
Daniel: Oh. Let’s have some today.
(beat)
Daniel: Claire, what’s it like to paint?
Claire: It feels like dreaming, only I’m awake.
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