“Post-modern, huh? Do I really seem that stuffy?,” Silas asked with a laugh, shaking his head no at the idea. Everyone always had their assumptions when it came to art and what artists looked like. In a different kind of shirt, the half sleeve on his bicep made people assume that he was a tattoo artist whenever he talked about art. “Photorealism. Contemporary for the most part. But I’ve dabbled in a bit of everything. I can thank art school for that.” Now he sounded stuffy, talking about his time at art school, but hey, the woman had said that she had done some design work of her own, hadn’t she? She must have understood then.
“Yeah, I’m not sure why I get that kind of feeling about you.” She chortled before she added, “For the record, I don’t think you’re stuffy.” Aubrey was not one for being assumptious, she couldn’t afford to be with the nature of her job; she needed to be able to walk into any space, regardless of what the building looked like on the outside, and work her magic on the inside. When Silas spoke up about what art he liked, she nodded and smiled brightly, “I haven’t heard of too many people who were into that style, it’s refreshing to hear about it. Oh, which school did you go to?” She clasped her fingers around the stem of her glass, leaning forward with a smile, interested in his schooling. Anybody she came across who worked in a similar, creative field as her automatically interested her, “Creativity, I think, is one of the most important skills a person can have.”
