Finding Rhythm in an Art Gallery
Feb 24, 2017 · 1 min read
I have always had a tender affinity toward galleries, especially those tall, spare and near empty.
There’s something about the loudness of silence and emptiness that deafens the senses, leaving you absolutely alone with the art, leaving you alone completely with yourself.
You weave around the pieces, interacting, experiencing.
Throw a stranger in the room and you are pulled into an opposite or similar rhythm as you move through the space, like magnets. It’s beautiful. A dance.
