Evan chuckled, picking up the jovial lilt in Eloise's voice.
"World domination, obviously," he joked with a big grin. "But seriously? I think my agenda is just survival. We could pretty much say the same for anyone else nowadays, though, I think." He pulled a French book on American culture from the shelf and chuckled softly to himself. It would be an ironic read, now.
He nodded his head when she mentioned the association that balloons had with happiness. "That's true, I guess. It's been a long while since I've seen a bundle of balloons. Now I kind of want to find some," he added with a bit of a grin. A small reminder of how things used to be.
She asked if anything could be art and Evan shrugged his left shoulder, nodding his head. "I like to think so. Music is art, art is art, writing is art… so why can't science or math or anything else be art? I've always felt… art is supposed to make you feel good. If it makes you happy, it's art," he told her, smiling sweetly.
"Absolutely. I'm okay with not having gone to college, but if I had gone, I wouldn't have gone for art," explained Evan, flipping another page in the book.
He felt like that warranted more explanation. "I feel like mixing what I love with what I have to do would be a bad idea. I mean, yeah I did it for work, but I did it on my own terms. I was still able to paint what I wanted, you know? Being assigned things would have ruined it."