Paris.
Elysium Avenue.
Flynn Taylor stepped into a very poetic art gallery.
A receptionist approached immediately with enthusiasm, "Respected sir, may I know how I can assist you?"
Flynn Taylor said, "My name is Flynn Taylor, I have an appointment with your manager."
"Oh, Mr. Taylor, right this way please." The receptionist led Flynn Taylor to a guest lounge to sit down, served him a cup of coffee, and added, "Mr. Taylor, please wait for a moment, our manager is currently attending to a client; it will be about fifteen minutes."
Flynn Taylor nodded.
While awaiting, Flynn Taylor meticulously observed the layout of the guest lounge; what attracted him the most were several paintings hanging around, including oil paintings, sketches...
It was evident that the strokes in these paintings were still quite immature, but it was also clear that their style was very bold and the lines extremely smooth.