(He dabs the canvas three times.)

And if that bush tells you it wants to be a rock? Well, by golly, we’ll give it a rock. Just scrape it off and put a rock there. That’s the secret: you are the master of your little universe. No one can tell you your rock is wrong.

You know, in this digital world—where everything moves so fast, where people want things now —the canvas doesn't rush. That’s the joy of it. This little tree right here… he’s not in a hurry to be a tree. He’s just… existing.

(He taps the canvas.)

(He loads a fan brush with Sap Green and a touch of Van Dyke Brown.)