As Silver Wish finished her interpretation, he gave a wide smile and nodded in approval. Again, though, this was just for show. He was frustrated that she had basically just noticed the colors in the painting and had taken little actual meaning. However, he restrained his critical tongue, knowing that he must keep on her good side. As Bass walked over to the painting, Palétte looked smug. This one may know music, but my art is far to subtle for him. Ah, well. Let him try. It shall be amusing. He waited patiently as the musician studied the painting. When he began to give his critique, Palétte's eyebrows shot up in surprise. This stallion really knows what he's doing. I wonder if he has formal artistic training. As Bass detailed how he guessed the painting was inspired, the artist was taken back to that fateful moment. He remembered that it was the day when his only friend had moved away. The son-of-a-birch had gotten a new job in Canterlot, and promised he would write, but never did. He promised he would visit, and never did. He promised. As Bass finished, Palétte looked at him with newfound respect. "Too detailed? Too detailed!? Far from it. That was the best critique I've heard in years. You may be a musician, but the artistic bent is strong with you." Turning to the students, he said, "Look upon this stallion and wonder, my little ponies. Pray that one day you will be as astute an observer as he, although I seriously doubt it, considering your abysmal performance this evening. The meaning that he took from the painting encompasses both the essence I wanted to convey as well as a personal meaning for himself. No more needs to be said. Our class is dismissed, and you are free to continue your pathetic little lives. Feel free to approach me with questions or contemplations, but please, make sure that whatever you say to me has some modicum of insight." The students separated into small groups, discussing the artist's words and looking, almost fearfully, at some of the other paintings. Leo stepped forward. "You were much too harsh with the students, Palétte. A teacher must be kind, as well as critical." Palétte dismissed this idea with a wave of a hoof. "If you don't like the way I teach, then don't bring the students to my exhibit. Young ponies need a kick in the flank if they're going to remember anything. You mark my words, they'll never forget what happened here tonight, and their art will be the better for it." Leo shook his head. "Sometimes I wonder about you, my friend. Sometimes I wonder." He walked over to the refreshment table and began to sip the last cup of champagne. Palétte turned back to Bass, with a serious expression. "You, sir, are a marvel. I never would have expected a musician to be able to understand my work so completely."