At the Art Gallery Opening

Inspired from a local art gallery opening I recently went to.

The room was spacious but the space was crowded- bodies poured in like a human flood, nearly all dressed in their finest vestments; Old-money upper-class - pockets lined with fine local investments. The art was lauded, but otherwise inconsequential. Social rounds, achievements flaunted and applauded (if only they knew how inconsequential). I saw the smiles and handshakes, in between darted eyes and clumsy bites of cupcakes, and I wondered the difference between good intentions and social moors... Either way, all the work had already been viewed or ignored, the gourmet fodder was being diminished by the minute (mouths nibbling with quiet greed, yet often left unfinished and discarded- the mark of things given free), and the wayside children sat dejected and bored- yet very few attendees made their way for the doors. Lush old ladies with their lipstick and pearls displayed the etiquette of matured southern women, but wobbled with glasses of matured wine and lemon, giggling like tipsy young girls. I pondered the predicament of the gallery artist - to make such magnificent pieces and work their hardest, not for their creations to be mused and beheld with deep thought, or to be the object of attention as such was their intent, but to instead to be the venue of a social event.

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[Serendipity Planet]

Thank you for taking me to those public art Galary , this sound like an History now with the COVID, times when we could have visit freely and enjoy art, simple as that

[emmajoy]

A part created canvast ready for more colour and mood, it seems. Some great phrasing, ' .. (mouths nibbling with quiet greed, yet often left unfinished and discarded- the mark of things given free) - -
' .. Lush old ladies with their lipstick and pearls displayed the etiquette of matured southern women, but wobbled with glasses of matured wine and lemon, giggling like tipsy young girls. ' Then.. your fine words continue in oft true Truth: : creativity is often diluted by turning art into a noise of manmade silliness, more suitable for a playground.

This could be an intro into a very good book.. or play. Certainly more.