“Okay, but really, have you ever truly considered what must have been going on inside Sonia Delaunay’s mind during the war? When she’d escaped into Spain and left her home behind to focus on her craft?” Her words come out quick, voice filled with excitement as she stands before her piece at the school’s art exhibition, a dress designed to mimic those of the artist she’s discussing. “I can’t imagine all that was going through her mind, the stress, the turmoil — a traitor to her country, but eternally devoted to her craft.” She runs a hand through her hair, freshly dyed blue tresses falling through her fingers like silk. “Anyways, that’s who my inspiration was with this dress. There’s actually an exhibit about her at the Met right now, and I’m dying to see it.”