Up the stairs and around the corner…
Is an eerily dark corridor.
I’m serious, it’s creepy. And they use these speakers to add to it, too. Like imagine being stuck in some cave and hearing this subway shrieking past, and, like, the footfalls of someone running right by you. But you can’t see anything. Yeah, that’s what it’s like. ART. It’s an enigma.
And now for a few exhibits:
Now this one was interesting. Any interpretations?
This piece is called “preserve ‘beauty,'” by Anya Gallaccio. I thought it was pretty cool. They’re flowers encased in glass, some molded or blackened in spots, all dripping oily fluid down the wall.
This was my favorite piece. “Carnation, Rose, Rose, Lily” by John Singer Sargent.
I also liked this one. “Holyday,” by James Tissot.
And this one. “Master Crewe as Henry VIII” by Joshua Reynolds. (Mr. Worthington’s favorite joke involves summoning us for meetings, and then following up with this golden one-liner: “As Henry VIII said to his fifth wife, don’t worry, I won’t keep you long.” Choose wisely your idols, Master Crewe.)
There was a nice little cafe outside the gallery, but I was mostly just interested in the bushes.
Here’s a picture of a building nearby. Not sure what it is, but I love the ivy on brick.
And here’s the gallery from across the street. They’re currently updating the front entrance. Looking good so far!