Claude moved back to the center of the room. “Of course, an art critic is a profession. I respect all professions. But in our hearts, aren't we all critics? So, I don't see a point in your question."
He tucked his hands back into his pockets and puffed up his broad, muscular chest. “For the next session, each of you will ask me a question. Think about what to ask. If your question serves no purpose, like the ones today, then you're out."
The sluggish audience sprang alive, casting perplexed glances everywhere.
Ignoring the bustling murmurs, the art critic gave a loud clap and ushered the participants to begin their work.
Maria smiled at her blank canvas.
As crude as he sounded, Claude did make a lot of intriguing remarks.
“What's your subject this time?" The familiar voice came
