She stared at the many pictures on the wall, planes, birds, clouds, floating castles. She looked at her own broken wings lying limp at her side and sighed.
Odette
once in a while I go and view lots of new images, but only one sticks with me and is etched in my memory forever. Whoopi in a bathtub, a market at night in a french painting, Winged Destiny are a part of me forever.
Kim
I was at the gallery today. Miriam was there. She looked at me in a way she never had before. And I looked back at her and told her what I’d been waiting 14 years to say. Then she left me without a word.
Lucy
I likes to browse galleries…particularly from student created works. It’s enjoyable and educational for me to see what other teachers are doing with their students. You could say, it inspires me as a teacher.
Barbara
there was a gallery before i came home today. but it wasn’t anywhere extraordinary… it was in my head. in my brain, whenever i feel and think about the past, tons of images just come to mind. often times i wonder why it had to be the way it had to become. now, it’s still the same, just as it was before.
robby
I want a gallery where I can display my students projects and compositions that they create. I want their school, their communities, and the world to know that they can create!
Susan Hurst
The galleries I like best are small and intimate with something like warmth in the lighting. I enjoy all kinds of art and galleries seem to be a place where all kinds of art can be seen while not yet being establishment.
Joan A
The gallery, if you can call it that, was a mess. Small and crowded with desperate people seeking attention in both their works and their appearance. I wondered if any of these people actually liked themselves. I wondered if they actually enjoyed what they did.
cheggs
the gallery? quiet and pompous. one and the same as if lording one’s silence over the rest of us we are able to simply show what we are. How much we are. What all others are not.
Dennis Coleman
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mrferlazzo
i love galleries its just really amazing everything that u see..i realle hate it though when they forbid your entry because u dont have the appearance of a buyer.
ib
I went to an art gallery today and it was extradoinary. You should go someday it’s splendid. What a beautiful gallery it was.
A.L.E
ART WORK PAITTINGS SCULPTURES MY DAUGHERS WORK SHOWINGS SCHOOL I HAVE TO PAY FOR CUZ SHE COST ME A TON OF MONEY BUT I’M SO PROUD OF HER AND I LOVE SHARING ART WITH HER IF IT’S HERS OR JUST WHAT WE E
JULIA
New York City. Wine. Conversation. Inspiration. Creativity.
Sarah
just visited the Bendigo Art
Gallery to see an exhibition a few weeks ago and now that I remember we saw a Dali exhibition at the national gallery in Melbouren.
Sam Grumont
“One day, when I’m a rich and famous artist with my own gallery, you’ll want me,” she said, poking his chest. “And I’ll pretend I don’t even know your name.”
“When you have your own gallery,” he said, ignoring the venom in her voice. “I’ll be the first to buy your work.”
Abby
fine wood is the first phrase to come to mind, with perhaps a chandelier. A more gruesome depiction could come to mind though, involving macabre designs and gothic interests. Pinkish drapery, skeletal remains, versatile.
LSF
nice place to see Picassos and Dalís, Art gallery.
Roselink
I one day hope to have an art gallery. Full of all my beautiful paintings. Well I hope they would be beautiful anyway. Gallieries are a nice thing to have to have people come look at your ideas!
Rae
where you find art. some art is good some is bad but all of it is just art.
f pge
As an art thief, galleries hold a special place in my heart. They are like buffets of money for me, golden apples waiting to be picked. But I look around at these other viewers, for whom the gallery is a gourmet banquet of beauty and truth, and sometimes I feel the smallest twinge of jealousy.
Y
an art gallery. chandra was looking at paintings from van gogh and da vince, admiring every color in the peice, every brush stroke. what are the storiesd behind these pictures? theres a mystery in each micrometer of the painting. what is it? hm?
Ashley
Art is all around. People are talking about their feelings. They are inspired and scared. They are wondering if what they say means anything. It does. It is all true.
Blythe Musteric
Whwenb I see the word gallery i think of a time when i went to an art museum. It was very open and had several pieces. I also think
Tara
I once visited a gallery. There were pictures and statues from all over the globe. These were not ordinary pictures and statues though. They breathed, and not in the way that art enthusiasts claim art breathes. They were living
Daniel Smith
There is a gallery near our house that houses a permanent exhibit of sculpture by an artist that lived near here. There are also traveling exhibits that are usually good.
yokkaichi1
there once was a man from nantucket i was walking along the corridors of a strange gallery, the lights were dim and the tide was high as we moved along through the paintings and sculptures of the great masters. i do not think that i can be one of them, i do not think that i could be one of them. i do now know if my work should be on the wall.
shovel
I can see a gallery of weapons, just silently sitting, waiting again for the battle cries of war to rouse them from their slumber and urge them into the fray once more.
Lera
Well, what to say… Art of course, though it is connoted ad contemporanean for me… And so I don’t always understand ! I prefer museum !
Thibault
The gallery was filled with priceless paintings, all of them with my face on them. I don’t know why my expression shifted imperceptibly from one to the next, but I could tell they were all of me in different states of consciousness. What were those images trying to tell me? I thought. And when I awoke the next morning, I could see myself in the faded white of the walls, in the water stains where my childhood had ended.
Ricky Morales
art is something you see in a galary. I love old art ancient and old. I love mystery in a galary. Sometimes people steal art. Galleries are fun.
Pamela
a place filled with art. finally being recognized as the artist you are. the smell of wine and fine oil paint so thick you can almost taste it. frames stacked
annie
She stands in front of a row of images. Paintings in a gallery, each one depicting a different event, a different emotion. From joy to sadness, from anger to serenity, from jealousy to love. The colours of emotions are such vibrant gifts.
Annie
The gallery of my life filters through the silver paned windows. Flickering shadows of scanning light running through my mind and slipping through my fingers. Its the gallery of emotion.
Jackson
I would wish people to visit my gallery more often. I upload pictures so they can be seen, so that I can receive comments and advice… But I hardly get any visits, no one sees what I do. Maybe that’s why I lost the ability of drawing for myself. I should stop obsessing about that gallery.
ChibiLeen
I really like art galleries. They teach me alot but some modern art makes me feel really uncomfortable if I don’t get it. I recently went to the Picasso GALLERY IN BARCELONA it was beautiful and opened my eyes to his different artwork.
Lea Marsden
It was always this way. She would stand by my side, making presumptions about how the artist lived. How they thrived. I was more cautious as I looked at the art, wanted to explain it. Wanted to smell it. Eat it. Breathe it. All she wanted was to study it. How come? She didn’t understand, how could she?
Venus
“Don’t go in there,” Kelly warned.
Shane ignored him and pulled back the curtain. Inside, the gallery had been completely altered — his mother’s paintings stripped off the walls, replaced with Jonah’s photographs.
I have been to one. Once. There were pictures on the wall. What for? Who knows. I didn’t like them.
I don’t think I’ll go to another gallery again. Or wait. Was it a galley?
She stared at the many pictures on the wall, planes, birds, clouds, floating castles. She looked at her own broken wings lying limp at her side and sighed.
once in a while I go and view lots of new images, but only one sticks with me and is etched in my memory forever. Whoopi in a bathtub, a market at night in a french painting, Winged Destiny are a part of me forever.
I was at the gallery today. Miriam was there. She looked at me in a way she never had before. And I looked back at her and told her what I’d been waiting 14 years to say. Then she left me without a word.
I likes to browse galleries…particularly from student created works. It’s enjoyable and educational for me to see what other teachers are doing with their students. You could say, it inspires me as a teacher.
there was a gallery before i came home today. but it wasn’t anywhere extraordinary… it was in my head. in my brain, whenever i feel and think about the past, tons of images just come to mind. often times i wonder why it had to be the way it had to become. now, it’s still the same, just as it was before.
I want a gallery where I can display my students projects and compositions that they create. I want their school, their communities, and the world to know that they can create!
The galleries I like best are small and intimate with something like warmth in the lighting. I enjoy all kinds of art and galleries seem to be a place where all kinds of art can be seen while not yet being establishment.
The gallery, if you can call it that, was a mess. Small and crowded with desperate people seeking attention in both their works and their appearance. I wondered if any of these people actually liked themselves. I wondered if they actually enjoyed what they did.
the gallery? quiet and pompous. one and the same as if lording one’s silence over the rest of us we are able to simply show what we are. How much we are. What all others are not.
testtesttest
i love galleries its just really amazing everything that u see..i realle hate it though when they forbid your entry because u dont have the appearance of a buyer.
I went to an art gallery today and it was extradoinary. You should go someday it’s splendid. What a beautiful gallery it was.
ART WORK PAITTINGS SCULPTURES MY DAUGHERS WORK SHOWINGS SCHOOL I HAVE TO PAY FOR CUZ SHE COST ME A TON OF MONEY BUT I’M SO PROUD OF HER AND I LOVE SHARING ART WITH HER IF IT’S HERS OR JUST WHAT WE E
New York City. Wine. Conversation. Inspiration. Creativity.
just visited the Bendigo Art
Gallery to see an exhibition a few weeks ago and now that I remember we saw a Dali exhibition at the national gallery in Melbouren.
“One day, when I’m a rich and famous artist with my own gallery, you’ll want me,” she said, poking his chest. “And I’ll pretend I don’t even know your name.”
“When you have your own gallery,” he said, ignoring the venom in her voice. “I’ll be the first to buy your work.”
fine wood is the first phrase to come to mind, with perhaps a chandelier. A more gruesome depiction could come to mind though, involving macabre designs and gothic interests. Pinkish drapery, skeletal remains, versatile.
nice place to see Picassos and Dalís, Art gallery.
I one day hope to have an art gallery. Full of all my beautiful paintings. Well I hope they would be beautiful anyway. Gallieries are a nice thing to have to have people come look at your ideas!
where you find art. some art is good some is bad but all of it is just art.
As an art thief, galleries hold a special place in my heart. They are like buffets of money for me, golden apples waiting to be picked. But I look around at these other viewers, for whom the gallery is a gourmet banquet of beauty and truth, and sometimes I feel the smallest twinge of jealousy.
an art gallery. chandra was looking at paintings from van gogh and da vince, admiring every color in the peice, every brush stroke. what are the storiesd behind these pictures? theres a mystery in each micrometer of the painting. what is it? hm?
Art is all around. People are talking about their feelings. They are inspired and scared. They are wondering if what they say means anything. It does. It is all true.
Whwenb I see the word gallery i think of a time when i went to an art museum. It was very open and had several pieces. I also think
I once visited a gallery. There were pictures and statues from all over the globe. These were not ordinary pictures and statues though. They breathed, and not in the way that art enthusiasts claim art breathes. They were living
There is a gallery near our house that houses a permanent exhibit of sculpture by an artist that lived near here. There are also traveling exhibits that are usually good.
there once was a man from nantucket i was walking along the corridors of a strange gallery, the lights were dim and the tide was high as we moved along through the paintings and sculptures of the great masters. i do not think that i can be one of them, i do not think that i could be one of them. i do now know if my work should be on the wall.
I can see a gallery of weapons, just silently sitting, waiting again for the battle cries of war to rouse them from their slumber and urge them into the fray once more.
Well, what to say… Art of course, though it is connoted ad contemporanean for me… And so I don’t always understand ! I prefer museum !
The gallery was filled with priceless paintings, all of them with my face on them. I don’t know why my expression shifted imperceptibly from one to the next, but I could tell they were all of me in different states of consciousness. What were those images trying to tell me? I thought. And when I awoke the next morning, I could see myself in the faded white of the walls, in the water stains where my childhood had ended.
art is something you see in a galary. I love old art ancient and old. I love mystery in a galary. Sometimes people steal art. Galleries are fun.
a place filled with art. finally being recognized as the artist you are. the smell of wine and fine oil paint so thick you can almost taste it. frames stacked
She stands in front of a row of images. Paintings in a gallery, each one depicting a different event, a different emotion. From joy to sadness, from anger to serenity, from jealousy to love. The colours of emotions are such vibrant gifts.
The gallery of my life filters through the silver paned windows. Flickering shadows of scanning light running through my mind and slipping through my fingers. Its the gallery of emotion.
I would wish people to visit my gallery more often. I upload pictures so they can be seen, so that I can receive comments and advice… But I hardly get any visits, no one sees what I do. Maybe that’s why I lost the ability of drawing for myself. I should stop obsessing about that gallery.
I really like art galleries. They teach me alot but some modern art makes me feel really uncomfortable if I don’t get it. I recently went to the Picasso GALLERY IN BARCELONA it was beautiful and opened my eyes to his different artwork.
It was always this way. She would stand by my side, making presumptions about how the artist lived. How they thrived. I was more cautious as I looked at the art, wanted to explain it. Wanted to smell it. Eat it. Breathe it. All she wanted was to study it. How come? She didn’t understand, how could she?
“Don’t go in there,” Kelly warned.
Shane ignored him and pulled back the curtain. Inside, the gallery had been completely altered — his mother’s paintings stripped off the walls, replaced with Jonah’s photographs.
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I have been to one. Once. There were pictures on the wall. What for? Who knows. I didn’t like them.
I don’t think I’ll go to another gallery again. Or wait. Was it a galley?