So, after my arrival in Egypt, I was invited to an art exhibition. I was warned that it would be a truly unique experience. She wasn't kidding.
We arrived a bit late. Our arrival was anxiously awaited. I noticed a woman standing there holding a pair of r
usty scissors on a tray, and just as I was wondering what they were for...my friend picked them up and ceremoniously "cut the ribbon." Everyone clapped, lots of pictures were taken, and we walked in the gallery.
usty scissors on a tray, and just as I was wondering what they were for...my friend picked them up and ceremoniously "cut the ribbon." Everyone clapped, lots of pictures were taken, and we walked in the gallery.
I was trying so hard to contain myself. There was a jolly looking woman ch
eerily stooped over her mini keyboard playing bizarre medleys like: Happy Birthday/Jingle Bells and a really fast, happy version of the theme from Love Story. Isn't that movie about a girl that dies from cancer? I felt like I was in a bizarre IFC movie...it was like a cross between the vibe you get from Napoleon Dynamite and The English Patient. The artist had some beautiful things. He uses a variety of medium for his art: painting, photography, mosaics, sculptures, wood carvings, fabric. I'm sure this won't be th
e last one of these that I will go to.
eerily stooped over her mini keyboard playing bizarre medleys like: Happy Birthday/Jingle Bells and a really fast, happy version of the theme from Love Story. Isn't that movie about a girl that dies from cancer? I felt like I was in a bizarre IFC movie...it was like a cross between the vibe you get from Napoleon Dynamite and The English Patient. The artist had some beautiful things. He uses a variety of medium for his art: painting, photography, mosaics, sculptures, wood carvings, fabric. I'm sure this won't be th
e last one of these that I will go to.
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