"Art Move-oh"

Laura and Jacques take in the painting before them, and each has a decidedly different reaction, judging by their expressions.

“Isn’t Raymundo amazing?” chirps Laura. “He is just teeming with potential and I’ve invested a small fortune into him.”

Jacques moves around, but there doesn’t seem to any angle on Earth that will improve upon this work. The palette suggests a color-blind Hieronymus Bosch. The splatter-style of the brushwork makes Jackson Pollock look like a steady-handed Impressionist pointillist in comparison.

Jacques chews on the end of his sunglasses, the way so many do when they are trying to convey deep contemplation.

“He is on the verge of changing the very perception of art as we know it,” Laura chimes with her arms raised as if she is being moved by the Holy Spirit. “He is on the vanguard, he is an iconoclast and eventually, they will create a whole new movement around him.”

Jacques nods brusquely and says, “Yes, absolutely, and I believe it will be called the ‘bowel.’”