Warren had to admit he was shocked and surprised at the variance of the caretakers. Diversity was the spirit of art (an excuse used by modern artists to excuse their lack of effort), but for those whose purpose would tour guides for what would become the biggest art museum in human history, it was NEEDED that even children would be able to quickly identifiable one and ask them for direction or help if they became lost or ask to explain the big words meant.
There was also the worry that there being a care taker for every single work of art would mean that the number of works of art in the city would be reduced by half. Hopefully as more works of art were created, some care takers would be able to look after multiple pieces of art. And hopefully future caretakers would be able to fit into identifiable categories so as not to confuse visitors.
On another subject, Curt had to admit, if there was no thing he couldn't stand that had been done to art, was that nudity had become joined at the hip to sexuality. Naked. Nude. The only thing it was connected with was sexualization! Curt personally blamed the 'sex sells' attitude that advertisement agencies had embraced for over a century. And BECAUSE nudity was only connected to sexuality, there was no symbol of innocence, vulnerability, helplessness, purity, freedom. And so anything that was improper to sexualize, was therefore improper to show in the nude. It made Warren's blood boil.
Still... Warren decided if he was going to restore these works of art to their true selves, he might as well start out close to home and go from there. And he decided the best way to go now that he had transformed what had never been his landlady into one of his caretakers, was to start from top to bottom. Transform those at the top of the apartment building and work his way down.
In a way, he realized, he really was in for a penny, in for a pound, if he stopped now, it would leave things incomplete, and incomplete things tended to fall apart.
Thankfully it was a weekend, so everyone was more than likely going to be home.
He took the stairs to the top of the apartment building. Easily the most expensive and well kept ones in the building. He politely knocked the door. And the door opened. He was greeted by the mother of the household. Inside was her husband, watching a sports game on his day off from the business that treated him more like a beast of burden than a human being. their eldest son was playing the latest video game instead of doing his homework (which he still always managed to finish on top). Add his two little sisters who were having a territorial dispute between their stuffed animals over who ruled which part of the living room.
"Oh! Hello Mr. Ramsey! What a pleasant surprise! What brings you here?"
Warren was surprised to hear anyone give him any sort of recognition, or respect for that matter. But still, he had a duty to fulfill. The human existences they were all living were just a farce, and he had a responsibility to restore their true selves.
"I'm just here to help you and your family. You and so many others have been horribly wronged. And I'm here to give you back your rightful place."
Warren waved the scepter, and a greenish bronze spread out over the entire family.
The property and furniture of the family vanished, never having been bought in the first place, leaving the room itself practically a blank canvas. Everything was obscured by the green mist. But Curt saw their forms growing smaller, and smaller, until they were all the same size. He heard the flow of running water.
When the mist cleared, there was a rectangular flat fountain in the middle of the room, the water running, draining, and shooting up in three spots. And in a circle around the central one, was the bronze figures of five anthro seal toddlers, nude, and hand in hand in a happy circle, smiling and laughing. Warren looked outside, looked back, and now saw they were frozen in the middle of a water fighting with each other.
'Incredible.' This was a work of art that could change every time someone visited it. Warren touched the base of the statue, and he heard them. Children laughing and playing, hearing them making sound effect. The little voices cried out, 'Oh thank you creator! Thank you for waking us up from the bad dream we were having!'
"It was... it was my pleasure," Warren said. He'd never seen such a picture of pure protected innocent. Safe from being corrupted by the world. He knew there always going to be people who took a work of art the wrong way, but he wouldn't let such bullies rule the world. He'd assign a caretaker for them later. He took a bit more to appreciate the work of art, seeing what other poses they hid, before hurrying along, he had an entire apartment building to turn into works of art after all.