Gallery Goers

Leaf 161 – Reflections

 

Art galleries are strange places. Oddly hushed, yet echoey. They can either be almost empty on sunny days, or bustling with people when it rains. Often white cubed walls with bare floorboards, or plush interiors with marble floors. People wander round, like sleepwalkers, awkwardly clutching coats and bags. They stand staring at paintings hung on the walls, or free-standing sculptures islanded in the centre of the room. I love art galleries, but I’m often distracted by the living, breathing artforms who wander through such spaces.

 

 

GALLERY GOERS

 

Hearing

the self-conscious creak

of floorboards underfoot.

 

 

 

Photograph credit: Jim Winslet