I suspect I'm hiding a guilty pleasure under the game - painting a bunch of nonsensical pieces, admiring them, and pretending I am born with some hidden artistic spirit.
But the joy also simply comes from drawing something. Sometimes happiness comes from satire, when everyone flocks to a tacky graffiti piece other times, it comes from a sense of accomplishment - like when the town residents pay me. Those without painting skills (like me) can find some wierd happiness. It is fine to enjoy this game if you're without any creativity. The residents in Phénix definitly have a higher ceiling of tolerance than the previous critics outside my old shack, as the residents don't just buy my work, they employ me, too. I have more brushes, canvas textures, and specific art goals. In 2, however, I can find success as an artist by greeting the locals, working hard and earning money. When no one bid on my art, the anxiety was cruel. In the predecessor, I constantly painted and sold my works under the pressure of bills. Compared to the previous game's realistic style, Passpartout 2 is like the dream of every half-hearted artist. In addition to waiting for that elusive exchange of “Art for Money" from the first game, I can now take on odd jobs to support my artistic career, which means I paint on signs, flags, and even cars. Finally, I can become an art master, having my naive artwork displayed just alongside Van Gogh's. There are no bills to pay instead, I’ve invested all my money into art supplies and rented a studio in the town of Phénix. This time, though, I’ve lost more than just my shabby shack.
I am still the frustrated artist struggling to survive that I was in the first Passpartout. Calling all failed artists! Passpartout 2: The Lost Artist is out on Steam.
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