by Amrita Bhatia
“You think Art is a real career choice?”
“Technically Art cannot be classified in such menial terms”
“What’s menial about earning a living to keep your family well fed for the rest of your life?”
“There are things more satisfying than a paycheck, my dear”
She sighed and moved on to the next display. It looked pretty uncomplicated.
Why would someone want to buy a painting of a hand?
Maybe gazing at it for long enough would make her look like a serious “Art Person”
“Don’t get it still, do you?”
She muttered under her breath, he saw right through her. “Well I do understand it, it’s a beautiful representation of…..” think big words, think big words
Paul smirked his most wicked smirk and moved on.
“Now look at this one. This is simple enough”
“Well yeah it’s a pretty woman, I get it yes, it’s so vivid and and… beautiful!!” she said a bit too loudly for people in the gallery to stare at her. Why was she always tongue tied around him?
She looked at the painting again wondering why the woman had to be picking up a shard of glass making her bleed.
Maybe it’s her hand in the other painting.
She giggled at her own little joke thinking Paul would be furious if he heard this, and saw him across the hall admiring another painting.
How they got to be together in the first place, she wondered trotting behind him.