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Wax poetical about art, and Will would usually sink beneath the surface of an inward stream to drown you out. But it was a curious sensation to have someone come so close to the mark; like his intentions were being torn out from within him and placed under a microscope. He felt simultaneously exposed and invigorated.
“Schrodinger's Painting. Well, hell...” Will rubbed his lower lip with his middle finger to suppress a smile - unsuccessfully.
He took Dr. Lecter’s hand and shook it, let himself glimpse the man’s eyes; he was intrigued by the color, and memorized the points of light in them for later reference. The rest was admiration, and then...not much before the veneer of polite social grace. Very different...
“You certainly see a lot, doctor.” He said, “I’m Graham, Will. I don’t know if you saw my name on the brochure...” He turned back to his painting, then back to Dr. Lecter. “This one’s actually mine. I wanted to know what you saw; you seemed enamored.”
“Can’t say I’m disappointed.” He let himself smile this time.
Hannibal looked over at the man who he instantly recognized to be Will Graham, he didn’t comment on the recognition.
Looking back over at the painting and clearing his throat, he spoke.
“It doesn’t have to mean anything, does it?” He said with a small smile.
“Or it could mean everything. That’s what is so special about art. The artist’s intentions don’t matter when it hits the public’s eye. I could look at this and see nothing, while another man might look at be reminded of the tragic death of his children… and another might see, in it’s strokes, a vision of his own death, or future becoming.
Every painting, despite the intentions, both simultaneously means everything and nothing at all. I would compare it to Schrodinger’s Cat… Or for this, Schrodinger’s Painting.
But as far as intentions, I think it might be just that. The meaning is that there is no meaning, other than what we decide to project on to it, which is neither accurate nor inaccurate.”
His smile grew a bit wider and warmer as he held out his hand to the other man.
“Dr. Hannibal Lecter.” He introduced.