Posts
sitting quietly
eyes wandering frame to frame
they look back at me 🦊❤️
As my exhibit will come to a close on this Tuesday, I took the time to go and just sit by myself and look and reflect. I felt a mixture of satisfaction, wonder, amazement and pride as I looked. I also felt a sadness that it is drawing to an end and some paintings will be in new homes. Over the course of the exhibit I made many visits. On most visits a man was sitting near the exhibit looking at his NY Times. We never spoke. He never looked up. Today he stood up and went from painting to painting and looked. I took a deep breath and asked, “What do you think of the paintings?” He pause and said, “They’re interesting.” He started to walk away and he asked, “Are they yours?” I said, “Yes.” He simply turned and walked away. It felt good to say, “Yes”. 🦊❤️