Nodding, “That is true, and you make a valid point. How many pieces go unnoticed? Probably a depressing amount of them because some only care for the name or if they’re hanging in a museum. I believe true art and talent invoke thought no matter the status of the artist or the medium.” Hence her investing in students. Smirking, “Well, sculpture is a new art medium for me, I’ve only recently begun to explore and invest in it.” Taking a step back, she looks to the piece again,
“As someone uneducated in what exactly it is, it sparks intrigue first and foremost. Invoking thought of a different time in history, a time of,” pausing, a slight head tilt, “tradition. I don’t know why yet, but I get the feeling of tradition from it, its purpose to inspire. The Rottweilers are grounding, providing a sense of security and comfort. Where the butterflies display a reminder that we can all grow and change from what we are or were.” A look to Mason, “Again, sculptures are not my specialty.” But giving enough time, she could develop a better working theory.
“It’s why I was so drawn to it, aside from how aesthetically pleasing it was and how the colors used were quite striking. I have a feeling it could be in part due to my upbringing, religion has never played a part in my life, so my mind is not trained to see it in everything.” Or maybe she just refused to see the religion in it. “I tend to favor classical pieces, more from the Romanticism period.”
“Perfect is subjective.” What she sees as perfect he clearly doesn’t, and that was ok. Oh, now that is curious.
And like that, pieces begun to fall into place. It was an instrument of sorts. The look on her face was one of surprise and then delight, “Sneaky.” She says with a smile, accepting the small hammer. So if he got this right, meaning he wasn’t confident in his work, or he had no ear for sound. Well thankfully, as a trained pianist, and a Kindred, she had a trained ear.
“Lets find out then.” Proceeding to use the hammer gently, to tap one of the pieces, eyes closed to listen.