They walked through the sleek corridors, him holding her hand and she being held by him. She didn’t have any commentary to make, for once her arch simplicity seemed hopelessly empty, almost meaningless, so she walked over to the next painting. Her heels made no noise on the wooden floors. As he held her small, white fingers tighter, she frowned at him and said, “But what does it mean?”
Emily
This place is full of memories. The faint scent of the ocean on a summer day, of a sunrise, a sunset. A river flowing towards the west. The gallery holds your heart, and invades your very soul. There is a magic, one that can easily be visited, behind the doors, of the art gallery.
Amanda
the gallery is probably the place you want to go to see good art. a gallery is usually a place where people gather, but in the case of young males, it would be a place to drink wine and pick up women. my father always goes to the gallery. maybe i should too.
chucky holes
“What’s his name? Why can’t I remember his name? I know everything about him. I read his book 5 times while in placement!” Kara chirped to the group. Megan tried to keep the stunned sensation from rising to her face. Why the hell does juvie provide books on serial killers? This wasn’t the first time she’d questioned staff’s intentions or integrity. Her eyes scanned the group. Gallery of Rouges or Goofs? Amazing how many adults are making a living off of these kids. Bonding moment? With sprinkles? Nah….
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Everybody had gathered to see the new art gallery today. It had just opened and was showing off it’s first exhibits. It had been all the buzz around town.
Flycker
i watch photo galleries when I sit on the toliet while flying into the space atmosphere on the martian moon high above the art gallery when I looked at the painting it caused me to break down into tears
Sage
I walked into the gallery and saw him standing against the wall. Head back, dreads swinging..white wife beater and sagging jeans. He always makes me think of that Jill Scott song…you just run across, you just run across my mind. Dam. he is fine. Why can’t I let go,
K
The gallery we went to was a snobbish affair. WHite walls adorned with minimalist art and skinny bitches drinking the finest boxed wines. Good times.
casey
alone in a new land i enter into a small glass room stuffed full of curiosities and wonder. in that gallery i saw love potions and deadly poison, the stuff dreams were made of and twinkles of the eye. i saw a prince no taller than my thumb, and one of snow white’s seven dwarves, fee fi fo fum and all. he was twice my height. i marvelled. myohmy.
chloé
the remnants of the art gallery were a horrible sight. the charred works of art represented the opposite of what the evening intended to be; positive self expression.
Michelle
the gallery of heads the killer had collected fueled his desire to make more client calls. Several of them were putting off significant odors and the passers of his run down home couldn’t help but wonder what was inside.
Seymore
I am humbled by the vast display of historically significant artwork as I walk from gallery to gallery at the Getty Museum. I remember going to the original Getty while in high school, nestled along Pacific Coast Highway.
Cathy B
Galleries are a walk in the park. Art is a creek that you can just stare at for hours and not get bored. The children are the people you watch with the funny expressions on their faces when they see that one peice that is super weird.
luna
art galleries are great they have interesting things that people may be offended by, but are usually interested in art is suupposed to be controversial thats why its so interesting to some people
britni
Walking into the andy warhol museum in pittsburgh. I stared at the canvas for hours, mesmerized by the beauty of warhol’s work. i felt so worthy and amazing just to be in the presence of something so magnificently great.
Brittany Higginbotham
She hung the shards up on the wall, just how they used to be. Each one reflecting eyes, each one catching souls.
r.a.
the gallery was dark and empty. One of the paintings twitched a bit in the long hallway, seeming to be antsy to get loose from the wall. just my imagination? Probably. My eyes playing tricks on me.
Eileen
when i drove across the north central united states by myself, i stopped in chicago where i went to the chicago art institute and saw a whole bunch of really famous art. most of it i wouldnt have recognized were it not for the art class i took the semester before. it was ok.
aaron
standing
looking up
new yorkers come and go
taking it all in
imagining the life
can’t get enough
energy
tamara
It was the most ambivalent thing I had ever seen. The gallery of souls was a local treasure. It was a catacomb dedicated to the brave soldiers who died defending their families and country. If I had been around in thier time, I would have stood beside them valiantly, because I finally had something to fight for.
DonTrius
all the faces, all the eyes, painted, and still and silent all staring back at me at once, that’s what really did it. being watched has never suited me. and all those shiny eyes on me all at once, well. i just couldn’t take it. not with a day like that. not with the night closing in on me, and the police almost at the gallery. really. it was just a matter of time before i collapsed, it was just the faces, and the eyes, painted and still and silent. that’s what did it. that’s what did it to me.
ananda
this is where I go to think… to see.. to be… who am I?
jake
An art gallery, full of pictures from different artists, each expressing their feelings in many ways
marta
When I think of a gallery I think of Christmas and going to the Contemporary arts gallery with my uncle james. This time meant that I was able to not only learn about art, but also learn about culture. I learned about the cool places in Cincy…I learned about great books and movies. I learned that if you wanted to be cool you went to galleries.
Kara
The art gallery was lined with art works front to back. I ran my eyes down them all in a line until one held my gaze like glue to a wall. It was a picture of a woman and a child at the beach. It finally sunk in that that would never be me.
Amanda
Donna strode through the gallery, barely seeing the paintings. Tears blurred her vision, and she wiped them away with an angry hand. How could they have done this to her? She’d worked hard and given the job everything she’d had… How could she be fired? How?
Missy
She walked into the art gallery, despondent about the circumstances of having to attend alone. Cursing Alec under her breath, she tried to engage her eyes with the paintings that surrounded her.
T. Thompson
Is a place to sit and ponder on why someone has considered what may lay infront of one. Was it a person? Maybe nature has a unique gallery. There is never a better place to be where a consious dicision can be made out of subconsious acts.
Kyle
A place where you can show you’re creativity, your world, your inspiration.
vanessa
The gallery was set, breaths held, mouths slightly open. The air was heavy with the just passed storm and the rising temperatures. Now they would have their wish. The movement began and the first pitch was thrown to the burly catcher for the Holyoke Giants. Time disappeared along with the murmurs from the gallery of fans. Oh to be a baseball fan in August. The time spent in the bleachers was held warmly throughout life.
Gail P
Its a place where people show off their art work and Poss bally if its good enough sell them to rich people. a gallery CAN HAVE PAINTINGS AND SCULPTURES Alike.
Lauren
Sharon punched in the code entering the schools hall which had been turned into an art gallery by the teachers. Works of ‘art’ by sudents of questionable ability assulted her eyes as
Nelly
I’m not entirely sure what to say about the word “gallery”. I remember going to the Smithsonian in high school, but that’s about it. I’ve led an uncultured life. A life made up of trophy rooms. Not of galleries.
Anthony
art is love. you can make art out of anything. galleries showcase your art to the people around you and let everyone know what you have been thinking. i would love to have a gallery of my own some day.
gallery trips are often fun.
jackson pollock.
that is all.
emmaleigh
gallery , a place where people can see art or they frame famous people who accomplished famous things during their life time and is put in a ” gallery ” in memory of them . or also referred to as the song ” Gallery by some guy i think named mario .
thisbean
i feel like i am a gallery. like anyone who comes into my life just looks around, ponders a bit on how i function, then leaves. no one really wants to stay. no one. and that is what left me as the shell of what i am.
cort.
There is a gallery of characters that live inside my head. They drift in and out, telling me what to do, asking me to break the law, making me eat that which I should not. They won’t leave me alone.
Cindy
Show me all of your true potential, then we shall talk about your construction, the truth that lays within; images change into words, so talk to me through them, plase.
Kaizar
Lauren!!!! is awesome
lauren
showcase of personal best. collaborative space. gathering. discussio. collection of a theme or of one.R
They walked through the sleek corridors, him holding her hand and she being held by him. She didn’t have any commentary to make, for once her arch simplicity seemed hopelessly empty, almost meaningless, so she walked over to the next painting. Her heels made no noise on the wooden floors. As he held her small, white fingers tighter, she frowned at him and said, “But what does it mean?”
This place is full of memories. The faint scent of the ocean on a summer day, of a sunrise, a sunset. A river flowing towards the west. The gallery holds your heart, and invades your very soul. There is a magic, one that can easily be visited, behind the doors, of the art gallery.
the gallery is probably the place you want to go to see good art. a gallery is usually a place where people gather, but in the case of young males, it would be a place to drink wine and pick up women. my father always goes to the gallery. maybe i should too.
“What’s his name? Why can’t I remember his name? I know everything about him. I read his book 5 times while in placement!” Kara chirped to the group. Megan tried to keep the stunned sensation from rising to her face. Why the hell does juvie provide books on serial killers? This wasn’t the first time she’d questioned staff’s intentions or integrity. Her eyes scanned the group. Gallery of Rouges or Goofs? Amazing how many adults are making a living off of these kids. Bonding moment? With sprinkles? Nah….
Everybody had gathered to see the new art gallery today. It had just opened and was showing off it’s first exhibits. It had been all the buzz around town.
i watch photo galleries when I sit on the toliet while flying into the space atmosphere on the martian moon high above the art gallery when I looked at the painting it caused me to break down into tears
I walked into the gallery and saw him standing against the wall. Head back, dreads swinging..white wife beater and sagging jeans. He always makes me think of that Jill Scott song…you just run across, you just run across my mind. Dam. he is fine. Why can’t I let go,
The gallery we went to was a snobbish affair. WHite walls adorned with minimalist art and skinny bitches drinking the finest boxed wines. Good times.
alone in a new land i enter into a small glass room stuffed full of curiosities and wonder. in that gallery i saw love potions and deadly poison, the stuff dreams were made of and twinkles of the eye. i saw a prince no taller than my thumb, and one of snow white’s seven dwarves, fee fi fo fum and all. he was twice my height. i marvelled. myohmy.
the remnants of the art gallery were a horrible sight. the charred works of art represented the opposite of what the evening intended to be; positive self expression.
the gallery of heads the killer had collected fueled his desire to make more client calls. Several of them were putting off significant odors and the passers of his run down home couldn’t help but wonder what was inside.
I am humbled by the vast display of historically significant artwork as I walk from gallery to gallery at the Getty Museum. I remember going to the original Getty while in high school, nestled along Pacific Coast Highway.
Galleries are a walk in the park. Art is a creek that you can just stare at for hours and not get bored. The children are the people you watch with the funny expressions on their faces when they see that one peice that is super weird.
art galleries are great they have interesting things that people may be offended by, but are usually interested in art is suupposed to be controversial thats why its so interesting to some people
Walking into the andy warhol museum in pittsburgh. I stared at the canvas for hours, mesmerized by the beauty of warhol’s work. i felt so worthy and amazing just to be in the presence of something so magnificently great.
She hung the shards up on the wall, just how they used to be. Each one reflecting eyes, each one catching souls.
the gallery was dark and empty. One of the paintings twitched a bit in the long hallway, seeming to be antsy to get loose from the wall. just my imagination? Probably. My eyes playing tricks on me.
when i drove across the north central united states by myself, i stopped in chicago where i went to the chicago art institute and saw a whole bunch of really famous art. most of it i wouldnt have recognized were it not for the art class i took the semester before. it was ok.
standing
looking up
new yorkers come and go
taking it all in
imagining the life
can’t get enough
energy
It was the most ambivalent thing I had ever seen. The gallery of souls was a local treasure. It was a catacomb dedicated to the brave soldiers who died defending their families and country. If I had been around in thier time, I would have stood beside them valiantly, because I finally had something to fight for.
all the faces, all the eyes, painted, and still and silent all staring back at me at once, that’s what really did it. being watched has never suited me. and all those shiny eyes on me all at once, well. i just couldn’t take it. not with a day like that. not with the night closing in on me, and the police almost at the gallery. really. it was just a matter of time before i collapsed, it was just the faces, and the eyes, painted and still and silent. that’s what did it. that’s what did it to me.
this is where I go to think… to see.. to be… who am I?
An art gallery, full of pictures from different artists, each expressing their feelings in many ways
When I think of a gallery I think of Christmas and going to the Contemporary arts gallery with my uncle james. This time meant that I was able to not only learn about art, but also learn about culture. I learned about the cool places in Cincy…I learned about great books and movies. I learned that if you wanted to be cool you went to galleries.
The art gallery was lined with art works front to back. I ran my eyes down them all in a line until one held my gaze like glue to a wall. It was a picture of a woman and a child at the beach. It finally sunk in that that would never be me.
Donna strode through the gallery, barely seeing the paintings. Tears blurred her vision, and she wiped them away with an angry hand. How could they have done this to her? She’d worked hard and given the job everything she’d had… How could she be fired? How?
She walked into the art gallery, despondent about the circumstances of having to attend alone. Cursing Alec under her breath, she tried to engage her eyes with the paintings that surrounded her.
Is a place to sit and ponder on why someone has considered what may lay infront of one. Was it a person? Maybe nature has a unique gallery. There is never a better place to be where a consious dicision can be made out of subconsious acts.
A place where you can show you’re creativity, your world, your inspiration.
The gallery was set, breaths held, mouths slightly open. The air was heavy with the just passed storm and the rising temperatures. Now they would have their wish. The movement began and the first pitch was thrown to the burly catcher for the Holyoke Giants. Time disappeared along with the murmurs from the gallery of fans. Oh to be a baseball fan in August. The time spent in the bleachers was held warmly throughout life.
Its a place where people show off their art work and Poss bally if its good enough sell them to rich people. a gallery CAN HAVE PAINTINGS AND SCULPTURES Alike.
Sharon punched in the code entering the schools hall which had been turned into an art gallery by the teachers. Works of ‘art’ by sudents of questionable ability assulted her eyes as
I’m not entirely sure what to say about the word “gallery”. I remember going to the Smithsonian in high school, but that’s about it. I’ve led an uncultured life. A life made up of trophy rooms. Not of galleries.
art is love. you can make art out of anything. galleries showcase your art to the people around you and let everyone know what you have been thinking. i would love to have a gallery of my own some day.
gallery trips are often fun.
jackson pollock.
that is all.
gallery , a place where people can see art or they frame famous people who accomplished famous things during their life time and is put in a ” gallery ” in memory of them . or also referred to as the song ” Gallery by some guy i think named mario .
i feel like i am a gallery. like anyone who comes into my life just looks around, ponders a bit on how i function, then leaves. no one really wants to stay. no one. and that is what left me as the shell of what i am.
There is a gallery of characters that live inside my head. They drift in and out, telling me what to do, asking me to break the law, making me eat that which I should not. They won’t leave me alone.
Show me all of your true potential, then we shall talk about your construction, the truth that lays within; images change into words, so talk to me through them, plase.
Lauren!!!! is awesome
showcase of personal best. collaborative space. gathering. discussio. collection of a theme or of one.R