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Once upon a college tour a day or two ago, I was help hostage by art.
Well, loosely speaking. My rather large group of perspective students and parents went on a tour of a college which is right up there at the top of her list. Let’s just say, this place is saturated in history, fantastic architecture and an overall cool vibe.
So as my guide, slash our guide, lead us through the library, of which they are extremely proud, why was I the only one who slammed on the breaks for art. I know of their pride of place because she described in great detail the size, comparable to three football fields, and you people the place is beautiful. Really. But they left me in the dust, the whole group including the tour guide. I was the only one that stopped and took a picture.
Ya’ll I savored this amazing display made from books and shredded paper. Alone. Admittedly, I wanted to appreciate the art with another soul. To discuss what we were ingesting. What was being said, communicated, displayed for us in the center of this grand space.
I live in a wee little shrimping village so you may think I don’t get out much. And hey, that explains her being left behind. But I have lived in New York and Paris. And I do live right down the road from Charleston, with all its art, museums and history. So I have seen a little more than shrimp boats in my short, well not that short, life. But I slammed on the breaks for this beauty.
My practical side knows that if we had stopped we would have made undesirable library noices with our oooh’s and aaah’s. But we were on the first level and we had already been told that the third level was the “you can hear a pin drop” level. So that leads me to believe that these other people on the tour must see really cool sculpture made from books and shredded paper every day.
Either that or we, as a people, are not easily amused. Or we don’t care about art made from books and shredded paper. Or we are in a hurry or we have become jaded.
People, stop and savor the art. Some talented artisan crafted something valuable here in a sea of shredded trees.
In the noticing is discovery, in the discovery is amazement, in the amazement is gratitude and in the gratitude is a sense of joy and wonder.
I can only think about all the art I have missed along my hurried way. I was a willing victim in this hostage taking, in the library, one recent day on a college tour.
I would like to hear what she is saying. I want to hear what everyone is saying. What about you?
Ready, set, go notice.
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