It really was as Ed said, an obsession with painting.
The party concerned doesn't introduce themselves, but that doesn't mean Fu Qian can't take a look on his own.
Though this room in front of him probably wasn't originally a cell, it still looks quite rudimentary at a glance.
Just a wooden table and chair each, along with miscellaneous boxes and cabinets piled in the corner.
And on the not-so-large table, various paints, brushes, and even numerous works are spread out.
Looking at the easel facing the chair, one can almost imagine Rachel creating them—though they seem somewhat abstract, no wonder her husband Ed feels a bit out of step with her train of thought.
Fu Qian came to the table unceremoniously and truly appreciated those works.
For an adult of this age, does the style seem a bit dark?
It's not about gruesome and twisted images, but the overall style is undeniably quite oppressive.
