"She's... Wow, Bastian." Sera looked to me for permission to move closer to the painting.
I gave Sera a nod of confirmation, and she proceeded to the canvas where she knelt on the floor. She leaned into the lady who stood so gracefully against the wall. Sera's long, delicate fingers brushed against the paint's texture. I watched as she scanned large portions of the canvas before narrowing in on a section, then searching again. There was so much to see that it wasn't possible to do it all in one glance. Thousands of images created the portrait.
"You realize most people use computers to generate these types of images? Is painting a normal portraiture not challenging enough for you anymore?" Her eyes were alight with mirth when she turned toward me, and her voice was laced with playful sar
