Near me, a woman sat on a sphere with a lost look, as he was about a snake heels. I saw no need to signal the presence of the snake. After all, it was marble. But, even if authentic, could have done little damage to the lady, since she herself was of stone.
Lady and the snake in question belonged to one of the dozens of sculptures that were created by a series of national and international artists for sculpture festival, to which I was attending closed at this time. The sponsors of the event, a bank, a television and a pool-had spent a good amount throughout the tournament and now doing the same with this festival. Personalities of the government and the local cultural scene were present, and a swarm of reporters who came to document every moment, from dozens of different angles.
chair near where I witnessed the closure was positioned 30 inches screen, relaying the events that happened on the podium, located several meters away. The televised seeing the same events that I witnessed was not without a tinge unreal but not enough to hear the theme from the movie "Pink Panther" executed on marimba. I could not help wondering how it would look at the Inspector Clouseau dressed in indigenous costumes. Colorful image, really.
The opening of the sculpture park interrupted my musings. At these events, there are two types of people: those who come by works of art and resolutely directing the buffet line. An elderly woman stood next to me repeatedly trying to make conversation with me and cutting in line. I tried to ignore it. Everyone knows that the food at these events were always rushed. In the end, the woman managed to slip through, but as he did before Me, I do not care. Meats, prepared by a prestigious hotel, they were as tasty as sensitive. With a plate of these treats in one hand and a glass of wine in the other, I was ready to study the works.
As I was walking between the works, I grieved deeply for not bringing my camera. I tried to remedy the situation by taking photos with my cell phone. I got a lovely series of shaky images, dark and blurry. I kept the phone and, after serving another glass of wine, I concentrated on the statues.
The sculptures were impressive in size, but kept the relationship intrigue than any of them could be the theme of the contest: the immortal home. I regretted my lack of knowledge of sculpture, but my ignorance of the subject stopped worrying after my third glass of wine. Relaxed, I proceeded to wander aimlessly around the place, renaming mind every sculpture as their appearance: Crossword Puzzle Rubik , rolled towels, furniture Precast, Dice Tower, whistle. I continued my work on my artistic appropriation until I saw the clock and decided it was time to go home. Sociocultural pleased with my experience, I proceeded to find the exit.
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