[He takes a sample of white paper and nods, smiling at her with a warmth in his eyes. If this helps her, then that makes it all worth while. He really missed her steady presence.] I can paint a little. I'm no great artist.

[No, his artistry is in the air. Or with his hands on the handle bars of a bike. The mathmetics and aeronautical information spinning together inside his head.] But I think between the two of us a tree is more than possible.

[He shows her how to weave the two types of paper together, to make the framework of the lamp.]

...and both of these colors work for what I was thinking of painting. Have you heard of phoenix?