Right now I'm in the midst of an art gallery/exhibit. Coming here I didnt know what to expect, would it be a crowd of snobbish people holding wine glasses with their noses stuck up in the air or would it be a room full of hipsters with dreads and beer? I was actual a lil terrified when I walked thru the doors. Instantly I felt ok. The music wasn't too house but a few lines of Tweet shone thru. My first glance led me to five photos of a beautiful geometrical house but it was more than a house, it was serene. I'm now calm. Im greeted by Greg but I dont return his smile.I'm very annoyed with him but I wont ruin his night. He worked super hard for this and I have to let him enjoy it, but tomorrow is a totally different story.
The crowd is now growing, more conversation and more drinking. A painting has caught my eye and can't t move to another. The patterns transport me to somewhere, where I dont know but far from the bullsh!t of here. Takes me to a place all alone. I've finally moved on but to a place I know Esse would love. There's a tee shirt but it's disected into more than a shirt. Im feeling like even I could be a designer. Despite a disaster of taking buses and getting lost this was an event I was happy to have been at. Not a true lover of art but tonight an innocent crush was established, I look forward to exploring what else Split and Causecast has to offer.
-Tristan Jonez
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