"Why is that?" Jane asked, turning her gaze onto Ethan again. She finished off her wine and deposited it on a passing tray. Her eyes drifted past her son to another piece, flashy and colourful. "I would have liked to have seen the way your art work has matured.
"After all, the last piece I saw was incredibly self indulgent. I hoped you would have moved past that stage by now, you are a lot older."