He wasn't even posing.
He was just stading outside his porta-home, looking up at the sky, his hand held close to his jaw.
He seemed to be talking to himself, which was appropriately Artie-ish. . . .
No, wait, look a little closer. . . .
Yes. See that? On his hand? That's right, the bug.
He was talking to the bug.
About the constellations.
It's good to know someone was looking out for the education of bugs.