[He didn't have the time to appreciate the art displayed in public before. He had been busy ("busy" would be one way to describe being disoriented and utterly new), but now, each piece is eye-catching enough for him to stop and appreciate, if even briefly, before moving on to the next.
This one has calligraphy running across its composition, beautiful strokes flowing downwards as if it were its own separate entity. He could prompt his implant to translate -- he'd receive something immediately -- but art was made to act as conversation starters, weren't they? A man stands nearby, and though V has no way of knowing if he's the artist or another man milling by, the question is directed to him regardless.]
So do you know what this says? [A vague motion with the hilt of his cane at the calligraphy specifically.]
V & LÁN WÀNGJI;
This one has calligraphy running across its composition, beautiful strokes flowing downwards as if it were its own separate entity. He could prompt his implant to translate -- he'd receive something immediately -- but art was made to act as conversation starters, weren't they? A man stands nearby, and though V has no way of knowing if he's the artist or another man milling by, the question is directed to him regardless.]
So do you know what this says? [A vague motion with the hilt of his cane at the calligraphy specifically.]