Some people had never come into contact with art, but when they saw it given concrete form, they knew at first glance that it was art!
The audience's emotions were drawn in by the opera actors' movements onstage. Their dialogue, lyrics, and rich or plaintive voices touched the softest places in every audience member's heart!
Lin Qi was no longer distracted by simple skin tones and the rises and falls of the body's surface. He began to truly focus on the opera's content.
Some art looked a little erotic, but art was art. Even if it was erotic, it was still erotic art.
Some erotic things looked like art, but eroticism was ultimately eroticism. It could not change its vulgar and despicable nature. No matter how well it was packaged, it could never become art.
If one had to ask what the great difference between the two was, it was probably their power to move people.
A work of art made people develop a kind of empathy from within, drawing them into the emotions the artist had felt while creating it.
Anger, sadness, pain, happiness... While appreciating art, people could also feel the power the creator hoped the audience would experience!
Eroticism, on the other hand, could only stir up the desires buried in people's hearts—their ugly desires!
So this was art. He wasn't being sarcastic. This was genuine art! Austin was soon drawn into the plot as well. When the entire act ended, she let out a long breath. "Maybe... this is just their style of performance?"
She had never watched an opera before, but she knew this definitely wasn't eroticism. She had become completely immersed in the plot without even realizing it.
At that very moment, she was even worrying about what would happen next.
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