The way Quentin saw it, you had to have a sense of humor when it came to the art world, and with life in general. Going through life with a perpetual stick up your ass, like his parents did, was not only boring, but it meant you couldn't enjoy anything that happened to you, either. Quentin couldn't remember the last time he saw his mother have a genuine smile, and the only real expression she had reflected her anger or her annoyance - both of which were often directed at him. Funny how all that seemed to work out.
"Definitely won't be, I can tell you that right now." Quentin wasn't lying when he said that, either; Scarlet Oak was missing its share of decent galleries and in a place this small, he supposed he'd be grateful to have Panorama around. "Nice to meet you, Ross," and it was, because if there was one thing Quentin could already tell about this guy, it was that he definitely didn't play by all the standard rules. All Quentin had to say to that was to give Ross a giant thumbs-up, because that was the kind of artist Quentin loved to work with. "I'm actually a painter, just moved to the area recently, checking out the local scene. I'm curious to know if you perchance had any openings for pieces here, or how you prefer to go about finding new artists." Hey now, he hadn't brought his portfolio here for nothing, after all.