I wasn't kidding. I really DID write artistic gallery BS for one of my uncle's one man shows a number of years ago. What cracked me up was how seriously the gallery owners took it. But I also really truly think your photo is beautiful.
There is an elegiac beauty to this composition. The serious quizzicality of the CBG on the left, the wide-eyed directness of the one in the middle, and the faceless invitation of the third to enter the doorway, to explore the mysteries within, are balanced by the interposition of the bolt action rifle, its inherent violence tempered and contained by the hat, which seems to echo the banjitar's invitation. The unintentional humor of the Co-op Chicks sign is prefigured by the cycle of Life, represented by the carriage wheel. There is Life in the workshop; one only has to enter, sit a spell, enjoy a tune, before returning to the mundane, refreshed in spirit.
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Nice.
Clock is also an art critic and writer.
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Ron, no doubt from me on you composing the galleries. You have it down. I would sound like an idiot if I tried. Thanks on the photo.
Why, do you think I should be? >:-E
John,
I wasn't kidding. I really DID write artistic gallery BS for one of my uncle's one man shows a number of years ago. What cracked me up was how seriously the gallery owners took it. But I also really truly think your photo is beautiful.
Ron, that is precisely what I was composing.
Oily, are you off your meds?
>-:E
There is an elegiac beauty to this composition. The serious quizzicality of the CBG on the left, the wide-eyed directness of the one in the middle, and the faceless invitation of the third to enter the doorway, to explore the mysteries within, are balanced by the interposition of the bolt action rifle, its inherent violence tempered and contained by the hat, which seems to echo the banjitar's invitation. The unintentional humor of the Co-op Chicks sign is prefigured by the cycle of Life, represented by the carriage wheel. There is Life in the workshop; one only has to enter, sit a spell, enjoy a tune, before returning to the mundane, refreshed in spirit.