Art is very sexy.
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Sitting down on the couch on Thoos’s ship’s bridge, Knox said, “Hey, Rigo. I have something to tell you.” Leaning back, relaxed, Rodrigo said, “The only thing stronger than you desiring to confess things is my own curiosity. tell me.” Knox said, “There was a painting in there, “Clazner Ruwk,” by Kneekniff Roule. It moved me. like, a lot.” Knox smiled slightly and said, “I noticed, but I didn’t get a proper look as you tore it from the wall like an orangutan.” Defensive, Knox said, “But I didn’t throw it! I put it back!” Rodrigo leaned over the terminal-bot to look up the painting and said, “It’s true. You didn’t throw it. Here, let’s have a look.” Looking at the painting on the screen, Rodrigo then said, “Look at that. It’s even fairly abstract. My dear little boy has become a man and I find that verrrrrry attractive. Come here, little grown up man.” They kissed passionately and sweetly. Knox said, “Nobody told me that liking art would make me more attractive.” Rodrigo said, “I assure you it comes in a very close second to your being buff from weightlifting.”
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“Let me tell you about something called ‘life study’…”
Art is a language that transcends translation and comprehension. What is communicated cannot easily be rendered as speech, or even as a comparable sensation. Though there’s nothing wrong with trying, hint hint.