Someone once advised me that when you go to an art gallery try
to relate the art you see to some other area of study – for instance, the state
of social history, politics or even philosophy at the time the artist was
working. This, they say, will help provide some context and appreciation of the
works.
So yesterday we went to the “Shifting Gear” exhibition at
the National Gallery of Victoria in Melbourne. Now I am no great car fan but
these designs, seen in the flesh, were phenomenal. They were so sleek and extreme
that they just oozed power and sex. It all made you wonder just how far you
could take things.
Then I cornered Sally in the lift and kissed her. It only
lasted a few seconds and yes, she squirmed and giggled, saying that my beard
tickled but that was how it was supposed to be. Once the lift doors opened we were back to normality but with the mischievous possibilities still in my
head.
And then I understood, that was what the car designers were
seeking to achieve and left me feeling like a million dollars.
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