"Da, of course, I know the shape of it. But not what will work out, exactly."

He lifts a large (and liberally paint-smudged) hand, as if vague gestures will make this clear where words aren't. "It is the painting, you see? I am trying to capture it. To be true to the image. The thought of it."

"It is a discovery, and a plan. Both. For one like this, at least."