Chapter 651 - 299: Change (2)

"Let’s talk about it later."

Professor Boggs arrogantly waved his sleeve.

His painting is so brilliant that opportunities to exhibit in top museums like the Metropolitan Museum are rare and hard to come by.

There are still plenty of ordinary galleries willing to showcase his work.

This set of drafts is like a beautifully raised daughter in the old professor’s eyes.

He wouldn’t easily give them away to others!

"What do you think?"

Professor Boggs directed his expectant gaze toward Tony.

Tony is the main subject.

What could better illustrate the magic and value of an artwork than opening the heart of a 41-year-old autistic person?

Tony still stood silently in front of the easel.

Just now, Jean Arnou couldn’t help but clap, and Lady Anya eagerly praised and invited, all their voices were lowered, fearing to disturb this big child’s hard-won immersion in thought.

Until now.

Tony remained quietly looking at the painting.

The psychologist hesitated for a moment, wanting to explain the philosophical meanings within Professor Boggs’s set of paintings for Tony.

Professor Boggs raised his hand to stop him.

The old professor still believed that no matter how complex the design and profound the thoughts hidden in the artwork, they should be easily read by the audience.

From the moment the painting knife painting was born, it was a pure and naive painting technique.

Thought can have depth, but the threshold for appreciation need not be deep.

Pieces that require a thick, lengthy critique book to allow the target audience to understand.

Either the artist’s technique cannot support their ideas with enough influence.

Or the artist is being pretentious and mysterious for effect.

Without need for annotations, an excellent painting knife painting is enough to make a deafening impact.

The assistant initially didn’t understand, simply because he was not the target audience, he did not like cats.

Professor Boggs confidently believed that Tony would surely see the real meaning contained in his work.

"Cat... Amy... play."

Tony muttered to himself in an incomprehensible self-dialogue, standing in the middle of twelve frames, his gaze swept between the sixth and seventh frames.

That was the boundary between reality and fantasy.

His large, gray eyes focused on the gray painting, the flood of moonlight poured through the window behind the painting frame, shining in his pupils.

Just like the shift in the style of Professor Boggs’s oil painting, it added a frosty brightness to those childlike, chaotic eyes.

There seemed to be a tangible light burning in Tony’s gaze.

The psychologist carefully observed his expression.

The eyes are the window to the soul.

Observing the eye contact and communication with the outside world of autistic children is a crucial evaluation item on the ABC autism quantitative analysis observation form.

Since Dr. Jin Anqing took over Tony’s treatment, he had never seen such an entranced expression.

For a moment.

The doctor truly believed that this naive big kid could understand the deep meaning of Professor Boggs’s drafts.

"Hold this little cat, although she likes me, she is now your Amy." The old professor reluctantly took a step forward and handed the small cat beside him to Tony.

Tony hesitated and slowly reached out his hand.

"Amy?"

He gently called out tentatively.

Everyone perceived this historic moment and held their breath.

Jean Arnou was so excited she had to tightly grasp the sleeve of her assistant to stand steadily.

Dr. Jin Anqing was also very excited; he felt that a psychological top-tier journal paper, likely publishable in "Trends in Cognitive Science," was beckoning to him.

"Here, hold Amy."

Professor Boggs pushed the kitten closer to Tony’s chest.

"Meow?"

Tony lifted the kitten up to his face, softly meowing at it.

The soft white kitten opened its eyes curiously, looking at its new little owner.

Plop.

Tony let go, and the kitten fell to the ground.

The height was no problem for the agile kitten, but the kitten was still startled.

It dashed into the corner of the room.

"That’s not Amy."

Tony slowly said.

"She is Amy." Professor Boggs took a big step forward, angrily saying.

Tony remained silent.

He continued to lower his head, shyly staring at his feet.

The light in Tony’s eyes.

Disappeared.

He refused to accept Professor Boggs’s worldview.

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The afternoon pasture was tranquil and peaceful, interrupted only by the occasional sound of livestock or cowboys shouting.

Jean Arnou had a large expanse of lakeside pasture on the west side of Queenstown, where one could see the emerald river and the distant rolling hills just by looking up.

Lady Anya, wearing brown high boots, carefully held the reins, surrounded by an old cowboy and assistant, riding a gentle little mare trotting across the riverbank’s shallows.

The female artist had completely relaxed.

Although it did not have the best effect she expected, which left a little to be desired, seeing the excellent artwork "Amy" made Anya feel the trip was worthwhile.

Moreover, there was the unexpected big gift of a stand at the Sydney Art Exhibition in September, making this New Zealand trip full of gains.

Detective Cat had not yet submitted its manuscript.

Anya no longer had any expectations.

She was even lacking interest in finishing her "Love of Pets" on the wall.