Susan liked art, or rather she liked museums and the things they housed. She didn't know any artists, so the idea that art didn't spontaneously come into being was, ironically, quite abstract. In theory, she understood that someone had to sit, or stand, or...in this particular instance picnic and make it, but it was still something of a surprise to be confronted with the process. In fact, it took her a second to even realize what he was doing was art1, but once she had, she couldn't resist stopping to look.
Susan was one of those people who had a deep, academic appreciation for art but who, due to a multitude of other factors, was utterly unable to create any of it, whatsoever. He seemed to be having an easy time of it, though. This led, inevitably, to Susan asking the most asked question in the history of art. She did so at a safe distance of several feet, with her head tilted at the standard 15 degree angle that, for some reason, helps people see art better.
"What is it suppose to be?" Susan, just as countless others before and after her, asked as she stared at the bright tangle of markings and color.
1Street art was an utterly foreign concept to her. Even graffiti was something of a novelty. Both were rare bordering on unheard of in Ankh-Morpork...the former was because nobody on the Disc had discovered a way to actually apply color or line to the unique, and resilient, Morporkian street slurry...and the latter was mostly due to an abundance of large, wall-like, easily angered Trolls.
+1 For Balthazar
Susan was one of those people who had a deep, academic appreciation for art but who, due to a multitude of other factors, was utterly unable to create any of it, whatsoever. He seemed to be having an easy time of it, though. This led, inevitably, to Susan asking the most asked question in the history of art. She did so at a safe distance of several feet, with her head tilted at the standard 15 degree angle that, for some reason, helps people see art better.
"What is it suppose to be?" Susan, just as countless others before and after her, asked as she stared at the bright tangle of markings and color.
1Street art was an utterly foreign concept to her. Even graffiti was something of a novelty. Both were rare bordering on unheard of in Ankh-Morpork...the former was because nobody on the Disc had discovered a way to actually apply color or line to the unique, and resilient, Morporkian street slurry...and the latter was mostly due to an abundance of large, wall-like, easily angered Trolls.