" Sunday Afternoon on the Grand Jetty. Or something like that.
Anyway, it’s the pictures that matter. At least, that’s what matters to me. See,
he painted this at the end of the nineteenth century, when tech was just getting cut.
And he wanted to make up a kind of painting that, you know, had that idea. Like 
guns with interchangeable parts. A painting made up of dots of pure color." She
beamed at it.