Today was the last day of an art show that a colleague and I put together on our floor at work. Staff brought in knitting, photographs, paintings, collages, and music. Each piece had a small identifying placard placed next to it. One colleague brought in a 7-foot long, hand-stitched quilt she had just finished for her daughter. Its bright colors--yellows and oranges--brought life to the hallway in which it was hung. When it was initially being hung, people came out of their offices to watch the hanging process and then to admire the quilt once it was in place. Picasso could not have received a warmer welcome.
It was fun to watch people wandering down the hall, peering at the pieces on the walls. I particularly liked seeing people walk together and look at the art. It was a little like watching little kids at the zoo when they would point across the floor and say "oh, there's a piece over there. Let's go look."
At the end of the day, I looked down the hallway and saw nothing but empty walls. It was sad. On Monday, life will "return to normal." The quilt will be gone and the old, staid company artwork will be back on the walls.
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