" most artists tell you their muse but , in truth , i don't know what mine is." the painting in front of them is consumed by darkness. dark blues, capturing a night sky , yet a dark figure lurks in the tree tops. the more you look, more figures seem to be seen. her own mind is full of darkness, all too consuming , fearing for camille , she only hopes it does not link much to her own psych. she likes to think it is merely an image, but it links very closely to what she fears in the dark. "perhaps we don't know what demons are lurking , like in the painting." she gnawed on her bottom lip, fingers fidgeting as she awaits their approval. she worked hard on such paintings , but is often filled with self doubt.