The wardrobe
A while back, I went to an art exhibition, which showed the work of some students from a local college, one of whom was a friend.
I confess that much of the Fine Art work goes over my head – I enjoy seeing the stuff, but, for the most part, I just don’t get it. One of my daughters has studied art and has given me some insight from time to time. I know that enormous amounts of work go in to the creations and I am very interested in the techniques. I guess that I am just a philistine. But I was talking to one of the artists, Judith, who tried to explain her work to me and also told me a nice story …
Judith’s exhibit included a wardrobe. Viewers were encouraged, but not overtly, to open the door – which I did, of course. There was nothing inside. She explained how it represented some aspect of the Meaning of Life, but it really went over my head. Then she told me the story.
The previous day, a couple was wandering about the exhibition. The man opened the wardrobe door and then moved on, catching up with his wife. He said to her: “Go and open that wardrobe. There is something beautiful inside.” Judith overhead this, but did not have any idea what he meant. She was enlightened when the woman opened the door and smiled when she saw her own reflection.
This is not only a very touching story – romantic even – but Judith was delighted that the viewer of her work had seen something in it that she had not perceived herself.
Hearing this story was a highlight of my visit to the show and relating it now, some years later, still makes me smile, so it is a pleasure to share.
Nice story, Colin.
FYI: I also saw a greeting card once with a mirror surface on the inside, for which the recipient of the card was encouraged to open and see “a picture of the person most special to me.”
I would buy a card like that!