Talking is Fun

"What do you see?"

"I see a slow horizontal melt from blue to purple with purple being dominate, a canvas with swirls of light purple swirls and lines to give it an elegant feel."

"You only pay attention to the background. What I see is a betrayal. A faith that broke under the weight of trust."

"That is quite right."

"Object to me."

"Your critique is from your feelings towards the event it portrays and not towards the art itself."

"As your view is only in the background. Address the forefront."

"They contrast with the background."

"How so?"

"The background holds too much shading and detail to be a mere background towards the forefront."

"I see."

"..."

"Speak."

"The One We Shall Not Speak Of contrasts the worse, there is even some light splashing from her just because the artist couldn't help but want to exaggerate her beauty in some form of matter."

"Of which she doesn't have?"

"She is hideous."

"Good."

"I would have the figures be more two dimensional so that they can fight less against the background and work with it."

"Hmm..."

"Also, The One We Shall Not Speak Of emits a rainbow of saturated colours that only have the saving grace of being fluffed."

"... can you speak more of just colour?"

"It is metaphorical. The fact that The One We Shall Not Speak Of shows greater power but smaller size can speak volumes about how the voice of The One We Shall Not Speak Of outweigh her actual strength and will."

"Interesting observation."

"You can also see the forming of an imprisonment. The circles, and how they resemble--"

"Watch your tongue."

"My apologies. How they resemble the prison."

"Better."

"May I speak of the other figure?"

"You may not. That is all I need of you, Hoity Toity."

"It was my pleasure, Your Highness."

"..."

"..."

"And another thing?"

"Yes, Your Highness?"

"Crush your glasses with your hoof, and may it be known that from this day forth no pony should ever approach me with any reflection without a sentence."

"... yes, Your Highness."