Evan perked up a bit. It had been awhile since he'd discussed anything like this. "Yes, to a degree," he admitted. "I believe that there needs to be no reason behind what you do, but at the same time if you have a feeling behind something, whatever it might be, then whether you admit it or not you're playing to the agenda of that feeling," he explained. "So while an artist's intent may be to have no real reasoning behind it, there's always something behind it," he mused. "It's not necessary, but it's always there."
He chuckled at himself. "I actually chose a contrast between l'art pour l'art and institutionalized art for my senior project in high school," he mused. "I think I may have accidentally reformed the art program in my high school." After his report, it became more about expression and less about structure.
Incidentally, he happened by a French art philosophy book on the shelf of foreign books he was rifling through. He smiled, sliding it from the shelf and turning around to offer it out to Eloise.
"You might like this, too," he offered.
How people are. How they aren't. Evan understood that statement more than he was willing to admit. "I think you find that everywhere, albeit in different size doses, if that makes any sense at all. The more people you try to put into a place, the more you see how they are and aren't," he rambled.