Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-3991308-20170221092252/@comment-3991308-20170628062121

At Min’s own description of abstract art, Daulius couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s– that’s an illuminating way of putting it!” he said. “Honestly? Same. Just because it’s ‘fine art’, or whatever, it doesn’t mean a person has to appreciate it to be cultured or whatever.”

After all, he couldn’t even stand his own author, HC Andersen, half the time.

“Look, as a classically trained musician, I adore the symphony. But, like, a rock concert or pop concert or whatever? That’s just as culturally significant.”

As Min looked around, Daulius tried to gauge her emotions. She did seem genuinely interested, which was good. Surely an art museum wasn’t too niche of a date choice.

When she mentioned about not knowing too much about visual art, Daulius was not at all perturbed. “That’s totally cool! I mean, I don’t know anything about like– art-art. As in, making art and what makes art look nice. I’m just here for the aesthetics. And the history. Also the content. I mean, I only really got into art because artists kept painting scenes from books and poetry I liked.”

It was almost an embarrassing thing to admit – that he liked art but was still clueless about it, but he felt like a fraud if he had claimed otherwise. Truth was beauty, and beauty truth, after all.