The Mind Creative
My concentration was at its peak. My focus was complete and my
mind and soul were absolutely fused in muted bondage as they
tried to decipher the image in front of me. So oblivious was I, that
I barely felt a set of nimble fingers tapping me on my polished
leather shoes.
Sorry, I forgot to mention that I was upside-down, standing on
my head and the venue was an exhibition of contemporary
abstract art in Sydney. This was my first invitation to one of these
beguiling events.
A bespectacled gentleman was now tapping me quite aggressively
and glaring down at me at the same time. A difficult feat but he
was succeeding with an amazing grace.
“Sir,” he said in a croaking voice. “You are standing on your head.”
“And you, Sir, are stating the obvious,” I said in a choked voice
(happens frequently when you are standing on your head).
Having made that profound statement, I tumbled over gingerly
and stood on my feet.
The bespectacled gentleman now seemed definitely more
enigmatic than what he seemed upside down.
“I am the manager of the gallery,” he said. “Umm… I was just
wondering what you were doing standing on your head.”
“Looking at that particular painting,” I replied, pointing at the
canvas on the wall.
“Standing on your head?”
“Yes Sir,” I said. “This is my last desperate resort. I really need to
understand the piece of art and the conniving motivations of the
artist.”
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