Last night I was partying. On my street there are many bars so it’s hard to stay calm. between bars i went inside an old building, which used to be an office and this month is an alternative gallery. I was drunk but you can’t mistake bad art when you see it. but it was alternative, and also the time I was there made it interesting. Like street art but indoors, and slightly more organized.
Today I surfed for art again. I found Reinhard Doubrawa. I think his works, the ones I saw on Schmidt Galerie, are sensitive, funny, and don’t speak too loud. It’s like they have a rythme. They have an inner sense, they have their own presence in this world. Does it make sense? I don’t usually like art critic, unless it let itself become abstract and philosophical (Greenberg for example writes beautifully).
So because I liked his art works so much, I let you enjoy another image:
It is a good feeling that art makes something moving, or leaves something in mind. Best would be art enlarges…
For a better life.
Doubrawa