I went to an art museum when I was younger. It wasn't a very good one, mind you, but I did my best. I tilted my head to the side and gazed at the paintings as if they held all the answers. I looked deep into their painted eyes and tried to find what the artists were saying, what the subjects were saying. They didn't seem to say anything. To me, they were drawings on the wall.Completely off topic, but the picture reminded me.
Oh thanks. You're pretty.