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There's a stick figure of a boy planted right in a chair near a pay phone with an acoustic guitar in hand. He's strumming the poor instrument and attempting to tune it correctly. There's a sketch pad near his feet, damp with a vibrant rainbow of watercolor. No, he doesn't quite know where he is and he doesn't really care. He growls then sets the guitar on his lap a bit roughly and considers his surroundings. Question time.
"What do you consider art?" He appears to be frustrated about something, but it's hard to pinpoint.
"What do you consider art?" He appears to be frustrated about something, but it's hard to pinpoint.