I met with a potential assistant yesterday, we got along quite well, so I guess he is the person who will help me not going mental.
When I walked to the toilet yesterday I passed a woman at the shared washing up sink. She was cleaning brushes. Not just a few of them, loads of them. A closer look revealed that she had a small cart filled with glasses with brushes, and palettes filled with paint. I walked on.
But then my brain started working and it said to me:
INT. ART SCHOOL CLASSROOM – NIGHT
Oh! Wait a minute!