Yesterday I went to see an exhibition of Australian Impressionist paintings with my friend. I accidentally went to the wrong museum first and was waiting for him in the atrium for a little while. A string quartet was playing classical music in front of a big metallic Jeff Koons sculpture. A small crowd gathered to listen. Suddenly a middle-aged man walked out in front of the crowd. He was holding a small stuffed monkey in his left hand; the monkey was wearing a scarf. And in his right hand he was holding his phone, shooting a video of the monkey in front of the string quartet, moving the monkey around as if the monkey was dancing and swaying to the music. I took at my phone and recorded the scene and then I posted it on Instagram. And then realized I was in the wrong gallery and left to meet my friend.
On artistic influence
On artistic influence
On artistic influence
Yesterday I went to see an exhibition of Australian Impressionist paintings with my friend. I accidentally went to the wrong museum first and was waiting for him in the atrium for a little while. A string quartet was playing classical music in front of a big metallic Jeff Koons sculpture. A small crowd gathered to listen. Suddenly a middle-aged man walked out in front of the crowd. He was holding a small stuffed monkey in his left hand; the monkey was wearing a scarf. And in his right hand he was holding his phone, shooting a video of the monkey in front of the string quartet, moving the monkey around as if the monkey was dancing and swaying to the music. I took at my phone and recorded the scene and then I posted it on Instagram. And then realized I was in the wrong gallery and left to meet my friend.