"One blue wall brought Meyer to a stop. Maybe it had been painted and patched fifty times. Layers had cracked, peeled, faded. It was all the shades of blue.
'Fix that with transparent epoxy,' he said, 'peel off a rectangle eight feet long and five feet wide, frame it in rough-cut cypress with a white stain, and take it to any decent gallery--'
'And somebody will tell you their little daughter could do better.'
'The creative act is in selecting which rectangle to frame. It is very damned beautiful, Travis' "
pg. 34-35