Pyrotechnics
Here’s a confession:
I really don’t like art. I don’t enjoy trips to museums. I wonder how many art appreciation classes I would have to take to keep from being bored out of my brains while sitting in front of an artwork.
The collection in my office is superb, and we hold exhibits weekly, including regular visits from the artists. I was never impressed, hit or moved.
But last Friday night, I hopped from one island to another (Manhattan, New Jersey, Queens, then back to Manhattan) in a span of an hour to make it to a dinner setting, after seeing an art collection that blew me away. In the presence of a humble, unassuming painter, filmmaker, curator, actor and writer, I just knew that fireworks were going to fly.
It was a creative and culinary explosion, that happily cost one of us a thousand dollars. The eruption definitely sent waves all the way to Brooklyn, the Philippines and Cagayan de Oro City.
Now, I appreciate art, as Totie always has. A piece of the artist - his moments, thoughts and strokes emanate from the walls of the buyer. And in this exhibition, that’s a good thing.
