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"What do you think?" Bernadette asked, gesturing towards the art.
"I think it's great. The individual qualities like the composition, the brushwork, or the colors aren't particularly exceptional, but the artist's talent is in his vision. You can tell that he has a lot of foresight, and that's what really puts it together." Many artists stood out for certain qualities in their artwork that pushed it to excellence. For example, one could look at Monet's pieces and immediately note his brushwork, or at Pollock and note his peculiar technique. All those artists had notable qualities that stood out; this anonymous one did not, but as Yael repeatedly mentioned to herself, the whole was greater than its parts.
Would Bernadette consider my judgment to be ridiculous? After all, her dad is Alexandre Dubois. Fuck, she's probably the brie to my American cheddar.
Yael was not an insecure person. But as much as it pained her to admit, Alexandre Dubois was probably better than her in all things art.
"What do you think?" Yael asked.