Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge: “Decompose.” 2.11.15
Half-empty gallery on a glum autumn day. Sidewalkers danced around each other and wind-shifting nests of dying leaves. Chin to cheek buried in hastily wound scarf, ends tugged out of loose knot by motion. Hesitated, hand on the gallery door. Bored group of teens tumbled out, stretching voices and teachers’ nerves. A ragged retreat of cultural warriors, eyes refocused on smaller frames.
Twist of wind hurls her through closing door. Hush. Clicking heels on mirror-polished floor. Clinkling glasses and brittle laughter. An opening. Several artist’s exposing themselves to the world.
She blew on her blue and orange mottled hands. No warmth here. Coldness to match artsy atmosphere. Idle wandering. Bare glance at mélange of works. A wind-driven haven for the price of a walk-around.
Rounding a divider, the delineation between straight-line stark erotic b & w photographs of Goth princesses, and a semi-circle of amazing papier-mâché on canvas, earth-toned images, she became acutely aware of every breath, every sweep of hand through hair. Dust motes froze in their window-light dance. Entering the shadow-spattered woodland grove, she felt the space pulsing with sensual, earthy energy. Minutiae of sensations as frames melted, pictures pouring forth their richness of texture.
She caught mirror-glimpse of herself, bumpied, grooved, torn-piece papier-mâché. Bare breasts and full-lipped challenge to blush, to look away. A woodland nymph. An enigma. A decomposition.