Phil is a painter. Today he going to his first meeting with a gallery... "There was no way I was going without her."
He means Livinia. Given the way he has his arm wraped around her I can already picture them in a studio, this muse oozing inspiration as the artists paints.
They burst out laughing: "That's not exactly the process! He paints alone- his eyes closed! It's formally forbideen to disturb the artist!" When Phil is in the zone he lets operas and symphonies ambush his paintbrush that takes on life of its own.
"He paints for hours... and then I pluck him when he's done."