Prevent
the material from turning cold.
Each
individual shape of glass wavers along the edges
As the
rippling effect dances among the colors.
Blues
and greens mingle freely
With
oranges and reds;
The
purples indiscriminately
Bump
elbows with the yellows.
The
lighting is muted as it shines through
The
morphing shapes and shifting colors.
Every
shape has a single, perfect circular hole in the direct center;
The
light is let through unobstructed.
Branching
off along the edges,
The
glass shapes enter the open space
And hang
precariously separated from the others.
The
shapes’ positions range from flat and level
To
angled and warped.
The only
constant is that there
Is no
consistency in the massive art form.
High
above the heads of the onlookers,
The
structure brushes against the ceiling,
Raised
away from the touch of the onlookers.
The
audience passes underneath,
All
dressed in their art-viewing clothes
With
their little pamphlets describing the art.
The
sculpture is the top of the tunnel
And the
walls are lined with
Modern
paintings and contemporary pieces.
Those
who look up see the massive glass pieces
Hanging
above their unsuspecting heads.
Standing
by appreciatively,
A young
woman gazes up at the artwork.
She is
enraptured by
The freedom
found in its forms.
What a vibrant description, Tess! I especially like the lines, "Blues and greens mingle freely With oranges and reds; The purples indiscriminately Bump elbows with the yellows." You give these colors a life of their own.
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