"I think you might be right. There is so serious talent among the submissions." Of course some were just standard, moderate work, nothing to write home about kind of stuff. At least, in his opinion. A lot of the shit that sold as high class modern art now a days, he was pretty sure a five year old could paint better. He didn't understand the appeal of that sort of thing. Yes, art was supposed to be meaningful, and all that. But, to say a big red dot held some kind of deep rooted meaning, was bullshit. That was a lazy ass painter. Plain, and simple. Abstract was amazing, if a little thought was out into it. "If worse comes to worse, I can always go around and threaten people. You know the whole, no loitering without buying thing. That might work." He did want to raise a decent amount of money for the charity after all.
There was something about a nearly blank canvas of skin that fascinated him, that was true. He was around heavily tattooed people all the time, it had been apart of his life for a very long time. So, seeing someone that wasn't as 'corrupted' was a treat. Tattoos were decoration, but they were also a way to hide, a way to change. Compared to his own, it was curious to see all those parts of the body, that on himself were hidden. He thought it fit Cat's personality, considering she hadn't really hid anything from him in the length of their relationship. She might have held off on spilling the beans on her family, but that wasn't the same. His brows then, "Can you? Well, I'll just have to keep that in mind." Yeah, for later, the evening would be lost otherwise.
Truth was, Kat had made it more than obvious that she didn't want to hang around Dad, and his girlfriend. She didn't want to play happy family, as she put it. Wes didn't quite understand why she had an issue with the older woman, but he hadn't pushed the issue. If the kid didn't want to do it, she didn't want to do it. There was nothing that he could do about it. So, he simply split his time between them, but invitations to some day meet, and hang out would always be offered. For that possible day that she might say yes. But no, Wes wasn't going to be bullied by his kids about dating. He'd lived too damn long to put up with that. He didn't ignore his kids, and he pretty much spoiled them, and helped them out when they asked. Wes gave a short gruff laugh, "Nah, I think his head might explode if you try to distract him. I don't feel like picking pieces of skull off of the paintings." The crazy could have the painting. The others, they were so his.