An awkward silence accompanied by a relentless, monotone buzz of electricity distracted me for a moment as I entered the gallery. Unsure murmurs echoed in the open room while my peers observed exocentric pieces of art. Some leaned against the bare wall facing an enormous sculpture made of wood and metal that resembled a crank. Some sat choosing to observe and reflect on smaller more detailed art whiles other stood disinterested and disruptive.

A maze of pastel piping overhead distracts my eye as I tried to focus on a specific piece but there were too many people moving around. The lack of windows and natural light gave the gallery the feel of a basement or dungeon and added to the un-natural vibration of electricity humming overhead.

Finally my discomfort was relived when I was able to look away from the crowd and the ceiling and focus on the art around me. The pieces were physically tangible and delicate but abstract and inviting. I was curious about the artists and found a nice booklet contain the information I desired. After studying the information on the artists I began studying the art it’s self.

The intricate but seemingly random pottery was what first attracted my eye. They looked as though some one had mad a lot of jugs blindfolded, they were very interesting. Next I focused of the MC Escher looking stairway cut out in three dimensions on paper. As I looked at it I tried to follow the steps all the way around. I couldn’t and wondered if this was significant to the meaning of the piece.

Finally I sat and simply took in the experience of the gallery; a simple room containing very complex ideas and creativity. It was I liked hoe the walls were for the most part plain while the center of the room was exploding with color, texture, mass, and art!