02.27
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This is the same room where the aprons live (see a previous post below). Bundaberg Regional Art Gallery’s (BRAG’S) ‘Access Studio’ – the art workshop area. I think it is called the Access Studio, because it is the alternative passage of exit, in case of emergency.
I was there last Friday, doing my usual weekly BRAG volunteering. Had to go upstairs and dust down the chairs and tables, for an upcoming art workshop. And then I felt it. Being alone. But a nice, calming aloneness. Memories and nostalgia from classrooms past. Old school rooms as a kid, and the echo of kids’ babbled chatter in my head. You might recommend a psychiatrist, but I had this epiphanic moment that I was the only one in the entire Universe seeing these views. And I was.
I should include all this in some Art-speak wall didactic one day at an exhibition – but it was such a happy moment, so I took these pics (always carry my little compact Sony camera). There was nothing to re-arrange. Or contrive. It was all perfect as is. So I just clicked away. No cropping later. Just some auto correction. And I love these pics to bits. They talk to me, but silently. I hope they talk to you.
See. Maybe I do need that psychiatrist. No, not really. Just another artist with his/her inner monologue working overtime.
