Arms crossed, hands pocketed, feet at a standstill; eyes roaming. Such closed off body language juxtaposes the suggestion of exploration in their eyes, in their minds. I spend moments considering their thoughts - where this piece of art before me takes them. What mental journey of escape and wonder, of distance and turmoil do they find themselves on. Or is it emptiness - do they feel and envision nothing... are they simply looking? Perhaps this art has not awakened or nudged a settled thought - their minds undisturbed.
I chuckle at a thought - observing those who observe, is, observing the mind's observations.
