(surreal)

Oh Sehun runs an art gallery and thus, as a critic too, judging each piece's beauty has been a main part of his job for years. Ugly, overrated, lacks inspiration, modern crap, has no technique, lacks any grasp of proportions; these are his usual choice of words when writing about talentless auto-proclaimed modern "artists", with total disregard of those people's feelings. But (there shall always be a "but") a certain young street painter may be about to shatter that gigantically enormous married man's ego at once.

"For art to exist, for any sort of aesthetic activity or perception to exist, a certain physiological precondition is indispensable: intoxication."
― Friedrich Nietzsche