A dose of fetish. Good friends. An incomparable muse.
Like an explorer using star charts, the visitor to an art museum maneuvers between different constellations (17th century artists) planets (post-impressionism) and comets (painters of Tsarist Russia). On a route of discovery/recovery. To become lost in the paintings, surrounded by the art.
One afternoon, you become more than usual lost in the art. You wander into a gallery tucked away at the end of a long hallway. Hanging on the room’s beige walls, is an odd collection of paintings with no clear linking theme, style, painter. You turn to go, but instead, find yourself inside a painting looking out at the gallery.
Weave a tale about your experience inside the creativity of the artist’s mind. What is the subject/style of the painting? How does it feel being on the inside looking out? What surrounds you, interacts with you, finds/discovers you?