|approaching the megalopolis|
After seeing the show at the library, we headed to The Atlanta Contemporary Art Center. The work on display was diverse and thought provoking, but what I responded to most was the outside of the building. There is a section that felt like ruins, yet is truly beautiful. Just the way the trees hugged the old walls made me want to stay there awhile, but we had a lot more to accomplish and had to move on.
Moving on to a variety of other areas of the city, we stopped at no less than 7 art galleries. One after the other of the galleries left me feeling sort of empty. I couldn't get excited about what I was seeing. Except at one gallery where I received permission to photograph their floor! Yes, the artwork was pleasing, but I was most moved by the peripheral sights.
By the end of the day I did come away with gratitude for seeing some extraordinary works at Timothy Tew Gallery and Alan Avery Art. And the exhibition of Scott Bellville's drawings at Moca Georgia was psychologically provocative. But I realized, on reflection, that I don't have to look at art to find inspiration. The way my eye perceives shapes and the way my mind makes metaphors and meaning out of seemingly innocuous objects, is what becomes important.
|do you see the angel in the washcloth I dropped in the shower?|