The gallery organizing my exhibition is a rabbit warren of rooms and steep, narrow stairs. Mainly students from a nearby art school and members of photographic clubs displays their work here.
People such a temporary part of an exhibition, ephemeral. Even the exhibitions come and go, only the rooms existing with any sense of permanence.
On the right is my wife, who gets caught between the shallow 'look-at-me' image of the society in which she works, and the rather edgier caring society which is me. Socialist society was not that much different to societies anywhere, despite the whining which goes on, these are mostly ripples in the shallow expectations of what we should be. Ania has spent her life with her confidence in what she can achieve being eroded by the push for show and technique. Which is a pity, because if you can pull her away from that she has a much edgier vision of life.
Pensive Trevor
11 years ago
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