...he looked intently at the shapes and spaces of the group of objects until his mind quietened and he knew he could start. Almost at random he began to draw, his eye and hand going at the same slow pace as he recorded every curve and turn of the line, as though his eye was a cursor for his hand.
The beauty of the fruit, the elegance of the vase - a beautiful piece which seemed to have life in it as the best of Louise's pots did; the placing on the page - that subtle balance, not too obvious, a little tension that was necessary to keep the viewer's eye interested, it absorbed him totally. The music faded from his conscious mind and he was unaware of time passing, till he heard the car door slam, glanced at the clock and went to meet Matthew.