Oh, I have lots of art in my domain! [ Her voice becomes cheery, and she visibly brightens at the opportunity to talk about herself. But it is true -- while she doesn't quite have a gallery going on, her space is still overflowing with things that are designed for visual enjoyment, especially in her loft. ] It's just the stuff I like. I guess it'd be called like, pop art.

[ Which is, as far as she can tell, a term that shitty art people came up with as a way to blow smoke up their own asses. Like anything popular must be garbage, and they're really the unappreciated geniuses, just too deep for the masses to understand. But unpopular things, in her experience, are rarely overlooked masterpieces. They're usually just not very good.

Julie has, instead, filled her space with things that make her happy, brightly colored murals and images of beautiful things in ornate gold frames. Hanging installation pieces shaped like birds and butterflies that gently sway if she sends a breeze through the space. But little that she's ever thought to imbue with deep, secret meaning. ]

I can make you like, books too, if you want. Of pictures of famous art from after your time.