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Demian Daylie’s memory came in fleeting pictures. Some parts blurry, some parts as crisp as the line between black and white. The visions became paintings in his mind, with its focus point and composition, all contributing to how he handled his paint and brushes. He always had a clear picture of what he was going to make on the canvas. The problem, or rather the art of it, was that the painting always became different than what he imagined. It became more distorted, with wild, thick, colorful lines crashing with each other on top of a bleak background. Sometimes Demian just wondered at this phenomenon of picture making, always bringing