"I'll show you where I stash the key. Like I said, anytime is good. I'd like the company."

She follows, pointing at the canvases stacked along the wall. "They're roughly in chronological order. Older pieces over there, younger ones," she points closer to the easel that's clearly her main workstation, "over there."

She wanders back that way, and pulls out one of the larger sketch pads. "Here," she said. "You'll need this."