—floating to nowhere
@hpjongin ,
➝ the midday summer sun beat on and the boys wandered, staying safe under the shade of the tree-lined street. an inordinate amount of independent art galleries littered the area and sehun squinted at every artist’s name as they passed an exhibition. although sehun made art himself, the whole art world as an institution and industry and history confused the hell out of him. he told jongin he was interested in coming to this area, but he suddenly regretted it when he realized he knew jackshit about how to talk about art.
they entered one gallery and sehun took a cursory glance around the main space. it seemed to be a mixed collection of artists. the art was nice, he guessed. nothing really stood out to him yet. at the tinkling of the bell above the door, the receptionist glanced up at them and smiled as an acknowledgement before returning to her computer. sehun smiled back awkwardly before approaching a random painting near the back. mostly it just looked like a bunch of squares* to him, and he wondered if he was missed something. he stared at it dumbly for a while, before saying, “look, jongin. i could’ve painted this.”
he snickered a bit and crossed his arms. “bet one of my pieces could sell for more than this.”