“Can you untie my hands please?” asks a man pressed against a wall by a ladder. We barf incoherent apologies and walk on.
Only to be stopped by another voice coming from a lady in white. “What you did there was not great. You know we are watching, don’t you?…”
“…your every move, all the time.”
And just when we wonder how we can hear them all, we see this.
So we walk up to Picasso in the hope of having a hearty conversation and sharing some laughs. But he continues to stare listlessly at no one in particular. He refuses to talk.
So does the little ballet dancer.
And Lady Eden.
Some see us approach and turn their backs.
Some others just bluntly ask us to go away.
The toddlers scurry away in fear.
Some simply start bawling.
At this point, the golden girl Diana is almost tempted to release her bow.
So we seek refuge in the company of Andy Warhol’s Joseph Bueys, who seems to be the only one with kind eyes.
Maybe the trick is to see the artworks through a new pair of lens, his look suggests.
Probably then, the art shall reveal some mystic truths.
You might be welcomed with a dance.
And a vase of flowers.
And who knows, you might even be able to strike a conversation.
With those who seem as keen to talk to you as you are to see them.