A row of thin canvases hung sloppily on the wall. He nodded at the people as they came and then quickly left. When they had all gone (which hadn’t, he noted, taken too terribly long a time), he plucked each of the thin canvases from the wall and draped them over an arm. He had not meant for all the people to come, but since a friend of his had suggested that he use this space to sloppily hang his work, he had agreed. Now that it was over, though, he felt quite silly. I’d always said they were too thin to be shown, he muttered to himself as he continued plucking them from the wall. He would go home that evening and try to make them thicker, but he was not sure he knew how.
7 years ago