Full to Bursting

I’ve seen six art exhibitions in less than 24 hours and my brain is about to explode with the highs and lows. Plus I’ve started a new artist group that I’m very excited about, a women’s figurative collective.
However, an experience sticks out and must be addressed immediately, a gallery exhibition of one of my favorite local artists, Richard Allen Morris. Several years ago I took a group of students to see his retrospective, and it was fantastic: the students were both outraged and intrigued by his experimental sensual abstractions. Morris has been a constant presence in the local art scene, but has only recently gained national and international acclaim (meaning: there is always HOPE). This show was full of tiny works, like little cakes, with thick impasto and taffy colors.
Anyway, I asked the gallery director for permission to take photos, and he said yes, but when he saw me in my cute little pirate outfit, he said that I/Kloe in the photo might demean the artwork. Which of course is utterly the opposite of what I intend. By inserting myself in every photo in this blog I only show I’ve really been there, and hopefully get my readers to participate in the artwork differently than a straight review with artwork-only photos.
But in deference to Mr. Morris and Mr. Stevenson, I’m breaking my rule and publishing the photos without my image. I do hope they will read this and see that I mean no harm, that in fact I am deadly serious about living and breathing art, albeit with a bit of sexy playfulness thrown in.
Anyway, Mr. Morris, I lurve your work!
With respect,
Kloe Among the Turks