"Art's so subjective," Henry said. "I mean... sometimes I don't even know what makes something art. It's like it changes all the time. Which I guess it does. I took art classes in college and stuff - for the credits, I needed them for my degree - but... I guess it's like pornography, you know? Kind of a 'I know it when I see it' sort of thing that you can't really pin down."
Paintings and things like that often went over his head. He liked them, certainly, but he couldn't claim any particular knowledge of them.
"It's kind of nice, though," he added. "I guess I never really worried about that stuff anyway. Other than when I was running out of food." He chuckled. "But that was more 'oh crap, I have to go grocery shopping' than anything else."