Little Dog in the Big City
Recently my parents decided I needed to get some culture so they took me to an art walk in Kansas City. There was so much to take in. So many cars and so many people. I found out from lots of really nice guys that I'm absolutely fabulous. And lots of nice ladies with big jewelry scratched my head and told me I'm a little darling.
My Mom really liked this gallery. She felt the skillful use of glazed materials on these large red installations created an interesting depth of texture that made the works come alive with vibrant excitement. I thought it was just a bunch of self-indulgant post-modern garbage.
After getting tugged (well... actually carried like a pampered child) around a dozen galleries I fianally found something at le Trottoir Gallery that really appealed to my more refined senses.