Less than twenty minutes later, Skip unlocked the garage door from the backyard of a small suburban home, and she led the way down to the basement.

It was a mostly open layout with a door to the laundry and bathroom. The furniture was minimalistic at best, and the majority of the space was taken up by easels, paint, and various other supplies.

"Not much," she says as she shows him in, flashing a grin, "but it's home."