This exhibit generated conversations about the traits of males in society, and asked questions about how these traits are perceived as “masculine,” but are they inherently?
A much-needed conversation starter in a world still grappling with allowing boys the emotional right to cry, I had to step out of the exhibit and step back in again because there was so much going on in the pieces.
I stopped into Richas Digest, an art space in Cologne for the last day of “Into the Current.” On a rack outside, held a beautiful pink color, which were cloaks. I donned one and stepped inside.
The swirls, the movements of paint, and the fabric it was on reminded me of dancing. As I walked by, the sheer fabric with it’s paint felt the air going by and it showed by not staying still.
I walked around, and suddenly the direction the paint was going was the course of my life, and it was up and up. But, when I looked back through the fabric from the other side I did not like what I saw. The shapes were not as they had been, and frightened me.
I walked the other way, and I zig-zagged, with the white sheets with black paint forming different images from each angle, and I decided the only way to walk through was the way I had first gone.