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Toulouse sighed a little bit, taking a step back from the paintings the gallery had just put on display. Something about them was bothering him, though he couldn’t put a finger on it, so he thought a bit of…perspective might help him out. Was it the colors? The compositions? He bit the inside of his cheek, and turned to the nearest person to him.
“What do you think? Is that a nice looking wall, or should something else be there?”
“Well, that’s far more your expertise than mine,” Maxwell pointed out, stroking the bit of stubble at his jawline as he surveyed the gallery. Most of his work was surrounding arts and entertainment, and the article based on his initial impression was already blossoming in his mind’s eye. “It’s engaging, it’s diverse, I think it’s compelling especially in this space...” he couldn’t find anything wrong with it, though perhaps it wasn’t his taste, all very industrial and rustic. To each their own, he supposed. “It’s a rather structured collection, isn’t it? Lots of angles, predominantly neutral with a few nice splashes of color here and there. It’s strong.”