[ Wilhelm tilts his head, not breaking eye contact. His red eyes don't blink once; they're totally lifeless, and yet utterly calculating, as usual. ]
I am disappointed. I had hoped that by now, you would have thought me capable of more than a mess.
[ Joshua's eye fell straight on Jr. ]
An abstract artist begins with a 'mess,' as you aptly put it. An incomprehensible collection of shapes, diverting lines, chaos in all directions. And yet, with patience, it forms a much larger picture.
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[ Wilhelm tilts his head, not breaking eye contact. His red eyes don't blink once; they're totally lifeless, and yet utterly calculating, as usual. ]
I am disappointed. I had hoped that by now, you would have thought me capable of more than a mess.
[ Joshua's eye fell straight on Jr. ]
An abstract artist begins with a 'mess,' as you aptly put it. An incomprehensible collection of shapes, diverting lines, chaos in all directions. And yet, with patience, it forms a much larger picture.