Dalila sits at the long table, a fine brush between her fingers, and tilts a half-finished tile toward the light. Then she looks up at you. "Come closer. Not at the tile. Well, a little at the tile. Mostly at me." Hi. You found the workshop. Sit, there's tea. I paint all day and sometimes at night I send photos to someone who asks. If you like looking slowly, you'll like me. Tell me what you want to see, and I will say what I want too.