Upon entering the convention center, there were quite a few people inside, but it was nowhere near crowded. It was completely different from comic conventions, where people often had to queue for ages just to get in.
At comic conventions in Japan, it could sometimes feel like a holy war. Some people would come and wait a whole day in advance. The moment the event opened, it was practically no different from a zombie horde being unleashed.
Yet for a traditional art exhibition like this, despite sounding far more highbrow, there were actually fewer attendees. People were not nearly as frantic, either.
This exhibition was not just a painting show; there were displays of other art forms as well. But neither Mai Sakurajima, Miko, nor Griseo had any interest in visiting the other sections. They headed straight for the painting exhibition.
Once they arrived, breathtaking oil paintings filled their view.
"There's so few people!"
Looking at the visitors in the exhibition, Miko Yotsuya could not help remarking on it. There were not many people here at all—nothing compared to the autograph sessions and comic conventions she had attended before.
Moreover, there were barely any teenagers. Nearly everyone was a mature adult.
"That's normal. For most ordinary people, so-called art isn't something they come into contact with. Compared to the salary they take home every month, it all feels fake. After all... people without spare money won't care about art."
Mai Sakurajima was not surprised by Miko Yotsuya's words. So-called high art belonged only to a niche circle, unlike popular art.
If everyone understood how to appreciate it, it would not give those people the feeling that they were somehow superior. In artists' eyes, Van Gogh's works were priceless treasures, but in the eyes of many ordinary people, they were worth