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“Man, I can't believe you like it here. The concrete floors, the bizarre photos.” The speaker wears glasses and a sulky expression as he gestures at the photo in front of him and his companion.
“Hush,” he makes short patting gestures in front of his friend, “This is important.” He wears a gray shirt and looks around expectantly.
A man all in black comes hurrying up. He is present almost by omission, as the light skitters around him, leaving a void filled by his personality alone. “Can I help you, gentlemen?”
“We're here to see Solomon.”
“Man, I don't wanna get involved in something, you know, not right. You know I can't.”
“Would you relax?”
The man in black is looking concerned. “Is there a problem? Solomon only sees those who are in a calm state of mind.”
“There's no problem. My friend's just a little nervous. I've never brought him before.”
He still looks doubtful. The man in a gray shirt reaches into his pocket, palms samething, and presses the gatekeeper's hand warmly. The gatekeeper glances down, smiles, and says, “Right this way, please,” as he slides his hand into his own pocket.
The two visitors are led through the gallery and through a series of halls. They stop in front of an anonymous door. The gatekeeper knocks and the door swings open. Inside a luxurious room, on a raised dais, reclines an enormous cat. “I present you Solomon,” booms the gatekeeper.
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5 comments:
"I know. I saw it first."
"No way, dude!"
Now, what did they see?
'So why is it called an installation instead of a model?'
'Dunno.'
'It's not as if it's really installed here, is it? It'll be taken away once the exhibition's over.'
'Yes. True'
'I mean, it's interesting to look at. And quite cool that there are windows in it to look through into another world. But why installation?'
'Dunno.'
'Who's it by, anyway, do you know?'
'Yes. I made it, actually.'
'Ah.'
"This piece reminds me of a storyteller from my neighborhood. Do you see how the sun's rays seem to disperse in every direction?"
"Yes, this artist reminds me of van Gogh with his use of color and drama."
"That ornery storyteller used to talk of how the sun was set in the sky to answer the calls of the lonely, the disappointed and the afraid. He would tell all of us kids that the sun sends us a burst of light when we need it. This painting looks like what he was talking about."
"Wow, that's cool how this painting awakened that memory for you."
"You never know how art can seep into your soul and pull out a past memory or feeling. Let's move out and find a place to eat in the sun."
“Man, I can't believe you like it here. The concrete floors, the bizarre photos.” The speaker wears glasses and a sulky expression as he gestures at the photo in front of him and his companion.
“Hush,” he makes short patting gestures in front of his friend, “This is important.” He wears a gray shirt and looks around expectantly.
A man all in black comes hurrying up. He is present almost by omission, as the light skitters around him, leaving a void filled by his personality alone. “Can I help you, gentlemen?”
“We're here to see Solomon.”
“Man, I don't wanna get involved in something, you know, not right. You know I can't.”
“Would you relax?”
The man in black is looking concerned. “Is there a problem? Solomon only sees those who are in a calm state of mind.”
“There's no problem. My friend's just a little nervous. I've never brought him before.”
He still looks doubtful. The man in a gray shirt reaches into his pocket, palms samething, and presses the gatekeeper's hand warmly. The gatekeeper glances down, smiles, and says, “Right this way, please,” as he slides his hand into his own pocket.
The two visitors are led through the gallery and through a series of halls. They stop in front of an anonymous door. The gatekeeper knocks and the door swings open. Inside a luxurious room, on a raised dais, reclines an enormous cat. “I present you Solomon,” booms the gatekeeper.
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