'Oh.

'I am very weak at present.'

"And you need to - do more art? To be stronger?"

'Yes.'

"Can I help with that in any way? - I can make arbitrary material objects and that includes media from the worlds I'm familiar with if that's the kind of thing that's useful to you."

Their voice remains as expressionless as ever but gold and silver glitter starts gently falling around them.  It fails to accumulate on any surfaces.  'I would read any books you cared to provide.'  The glitter stalls in the air for a moment before resuming its descent.  'Consuming media is not a project but inspiration is useful.'

"A lot of stuff isn't books but images or sound. Sometimes moving images with sound."

'I would also see paintings and hear music, yes.'

"Theater? Sculpture? Dance? Do you know how computers work?"

'Those three as well.  I do not know of computers.'  They adjust their hair with a breeze which fails to affect the glitter.  'Of the listed artforms, only sculpture exists in the artist realm.'

"May I show you my favorite aerial ballet or would you rather start with something more familiar?"

'I encountered the others when I travelled to Earth, but my conspecifics were uninterested in them when I returned.'

"- does that mean you would or wouldn't like to see more?"

'I would very much like to see works in the forms of art which I have been cut off from for a century.  And the descendants of those forms.'

Cam gets permission from Bar, makes a TV on the wall above the fireplace, and puts on Atriama.

'What is that,' they say when he turns on the TV.

"It's a television screen, it plays recordings of moving images. With sound." The overture starts up; the principals dance introductorily through their leitmotifs.

They watch in complete stillness for several minutes.

'This is very abstract,' they eventually comment.

"It has a plot," Cam assures them. "Though I don't know how accessible it will be from your perspective. I can explain what's happening as we go if you like."

'Do.'

So Cam explains the plot of Atriama.

'Are there supposed to be people represented here.'

"...yes..." He pauses, gets up, traces Atriama's balletic outline with his finger. "That's Atriama. It's a flat image, maybe your vision doesn't work well with flat images - no, you said you paint?"

'I see rectangles, in three colors.'

"...do you do mosaics?"

'Yes.'