Last month, I was fortunate to take 2nd prize for a photographic competition, and the judge (Terrill Clark) advertised that he would be at a big show intown at Mason Gallery featuring his most recent collection of photographs from Cuba. I invited my mom to go to it as she actually went to Cuba in 2001 when you could only go for educational purposes (she went with Vassar on an art-guided trip, so I knew this would be of interest to her).
What is depicted above is not Terrill Clark's work; there were many artists there, and this one in particular was so engaging as it made its way across the wall from left (with my mother) to center to right with the woman up against the "glass ceiling" by using a mirror. Below each work were chalk instructions/flow charts from one to the next--and as Mom and I observed it all, we met another couple. I like how the piece led to conversation. Mom, the wife of the couple, and I all agreed that we, as women, were never going to give up. We even held hands and honestly would have hugged each other.
It was great to be surrounded by artists and people who appreciate art--There was sculpture, welded pieces, mixed media, large canvases, small intricate pieces, at least 4 photographer exhibits--it was food for this soul, who quite frankly has been suffering from depression and is having a hard time coming up to the surface for air.
This was a long day too--one that started with work, then a meeting about caring for my aging parent, then a long time at my brother's house furthering the discussion, and then a hop over to pick up my mom to see this show. Emotional day would be an understatement. And emotional is all I feel--almost to the point of being scrubbed raw.
But that will not change anything. It's just a way of feeling and not being. I've felt the pain of the woman in the mirror as much as I have listened to the man who "be like" and I have been part of the gossip that goes along with uncertainty.
And yet as someone who still follows you faithfully I have to say "hotdog" terrific collage of your day at the art gallery. I enjoyed your ramblings And wish I could lift your depression.
