Before Friday, I'd never gone to the Artistic Perceptions gallery in Augusta. The gallery itself seemed fine, but the nearby nudie bar, gun shop, pawn shop, and tattoo parlor gave me the jeebs.
But my mom and I were out for First Friday, and the band wasn’t yet playing on the Commons, and Pyroteque wasn’t yet spinning fire in the street, and there we were, coughing pollen and ready to head home. “Hey,” I said, “There's this one other thing I was kinda interested in, but it’s kinda in the bad part of town.” “Pfft,” she said, “Whatever. Let’s check it out.”
So off we went. We strutted past that nudie bar like Tony in Saturday Night Fever. Just kidding, but we probably would have if their music had been loud enough. We ended up seeing lovely art, meeting lovely people, and having a fun First Friday.
2 comments:
Thanks for reminding your readers that art is democratic, and not confined to one area of town or another, one social strata or another. We should all venture out to find the unexpected treasures!
Art is also an adventure!
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