Carole Maso at one side of a square table

Fiction she says, and the melding of it in this piece, into non-fiction.

She is talking about Jackson Pollack
Our desire to inhabit a character through fiction

She says, read with your senses as I always encourage you to do, and I think I am in love with her. With her fuchsia lipstick. With the ethereal thinness of her white blonde hair.

She is talking about Ishiguro: In any fiction workshop they’d say, ‘no! cut this! This needs to stop!’ but not here, no.

Forms of fiction are a reflection of how we see the world. In it we search for our childhood questions.

My questions:

What is the nature of memory?
The importance of objects?
The color, yellow?