he stared at the painting, wondering. each brush stroke placed so carefully on the canvas, and he was offput by it's unsettling aesthetic.
even so, it was intriguing. strangely alluring.
and he wondered about the artist, a woman. would he view this differently if it were a man? would it cease to fit within his narrow mindset? if it were his sister, his girlfriend, wife or daughter, would he find it so intimidating?
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