He turned his back on the paintings which filled the rest of the workshop, letting out a deep sigh, and began to examine the papers on the trestle table that had served as her desk and her workspace. Her presence was still as strong as ever and could be felt in everything in the room despite the fact that she’d been long gone. One large faintly coloured sheet with a circular motif caught his eye. He was fascinated by the whole process of artistic creation. For him some of the byproducts of that process could be almost as beautiful as the artworks it would finally produce. Taking hold of the sheet he lifted it up and turned it so that the sunlight streaming in through the double windows caught it, highlighting the many tiny coloured dots that were scattered across its surface. The similarity to a star map was evident although he could make out no recognisable constellations. It was so engrossing that several minutes passed unnoticed. If he looked at it long enough he suspected he might be pulled into the drawing and be carried away to another world.