It was the opening of a new collection. The two critics
looked at the canvas, bare except for a few stray flicks of paint.
“Such a powerful piece. With so few brushstrokes, the artist
is able to capture your imagination, make you reconsider the futility of life
itself.”
“With all due respect, I don’t think that’s what this piece
represents at all. Clearly this is about man’s inhumanity to man, how the quest
for enlightenment is marred by the violent world.”
At that point the artist strode over and muttered something
before flipping the canvas around to show the painting.
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