“Unsettled?” not what she was expecting to hear. “If you don’t mind, what unsettles you about them?” she asks.
Nodding as she looks at the piece in front of them.
“I won’t lie, I know little about art, aside from what I personally like.” She wasn’t ashamed. “As much as my mother tried to instill a love of the arts within me, it never took. Perhaps it was how young I was, or I just didn’t appreciate what she was trying to show me.” There was a frown then, “But as the years have gone by, I have wanted to develop an eye for it, a better appreciation of it.” A shallow nod.
“I’ve always thought that art was supposed to invoke thought and good conversation among those viewing it. And the butterflies I pin in my spare time would hardly be considered art or worth hanging. But I’m more a lover of music, classical to be more specific.” Hands clasped behind her back.
“What type of art would you suggest? Are there artists or specific pieces that would work better on the walls?” her tone depicting true interest in what Twist would say.