by Aniket Thakkar
“Can you believe some fool is paying $1000 for a bird?”
She looked around to confirm he was talking to her.
She briefly met his eyes, before turning toward the painting. “It’s not any bird. Its a Huia. Claimed to be extinct.”
“You don't believe it is?”
“I believe nothing is ever extinct. People just stop looking for it.”
“Still. The price seems overkill for this painting.”
“Not an admirer of art, I believe?”
“Oh, but I am. I’m an admirer of everything beautiful.” He flashed a smile at her. “Such as you.”
She stirred her cocktail. “And this painting? Is it not beautiful?”
“Silhouettes hardly qualify as art.
They show only a suggestion of beauty and hide all the good-stuff.”
Her grip tightened on her glass. “It allows the observer to be a part of the piece itself. To fill the gap as he sees fit.
What could be more beautiful?”
“Its not knowing what's inside. Makes me lose all interest.”
Her eyes glinted through the glass as she took the last sip. “I seem to hold your interest just fine.”
“You have me there. I'd be delighted to know you more. To know what's inside.
I have a feeling that it is much more beautiful than that bird.”
She whispered in his ears as she brushed by, “You'll never know, 'cause like in my paintings, I don't give away the good-stuff.”