[Crane speaks while observing the painting: the red sky resembling a cry from nature. Be it a volcanic eruption or a child's whimper in the dark. He declines to offer physical attention as his cold and clinical voice cuts through nonsense.]

Why suppose you are my only client? Stop thinking of yourself as the centre of the world.

[In reality, the world is society: a web of connections where each strand twists and bends. Or is broken.]

Now, perhaps this is surprising to you, but perhaps it is hanging here because I like it.