You didn't mention you were an artist. You have a foot in my master's realm, then. Good. I do not know that I prefer any type to another, but this I know I like. I enjoy the symbolism. It has vision.
Well, it didn't really come up. And I don't know if I'd myself an artist, exactly.[ But he's quietly glad the Corinthian likes the painting, even so. ]But this kind of thing is a lot of what I like to do.
[ Then, a little more hesitantly -- though not by much, because there's no sense in denying it at this point: ]
[the distinction of who is an artist and who isn't is a simpler thing to those of the Dreaming. He doesn't write that, but the Corinthian has already slotted Pablo into a category.
His master's.]
I would see more of your work, if you've an interest in showing it.
I think there's a certain safety in visibility...if you're seen and you know you exist, that force sort of protects you?, They make me feel safer, so I thought maybe it should be there in case someone else needs it too.
I'm not sure if it's a fear, exactly. Maybe just another risk? I don't really know for sure what would happen. Or really how to explain it... but I don't know, I feel like maybe you understand.
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I do not know that I prefer any type to another, but this I know I like.
I enjoy the symbolism. It has vision.
[eye jokes, always in style.]
Is the street so often your gallery?
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[ Then, a little more hesitantly -- though not by much, because there's no sense in denying it at this point: ]
Yeah. Almost exclusively.
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His master's.]
I would see more of your work, if you've an interest in showing it.
Why did this speak to you?
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[ He understands. Art, especially his, can be quite... well, subjective. ]
What do you mean?
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Why did you draw them?
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I think there's a certain safety in visibility...if you're seen and you know you exist, that force sort of protects you?,
They make me feel safer, so I thought maybe it should be there in case someone else needs it too.
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Interesting.
[among other things.]
Do you have much to feel safer from?
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[ Does that make sense...? Well, too late now anyway. ]
Everyone does, right?
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Do you fear disappearance?
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[a moment's rare - well, not empathy, but connection.]
I carry the shards of a ghost within me. One who was disappeared. Broken pieces of a mirror which will never again be a whole reflection.
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[ Is that...? He doesn't feel like he's articulating himself that well. ]
A ghost of you, or was it someone else?...Something else?