Olek on Orchard

 

I had no plans to run into Olek, was not expecting any Olek in my day, but winding my way back home, and not wanting to go home, I ducked into a gallery that happened to be housing a new Olek constructed of long tight balloons loosely crocheted. It will be up through April 10 at the Krause Gallery. 

The gallery guy told me that broken or deflated balloons would not be replaced and because that each day the installation is bound to be slightly different--just like our bodies.  Because we're the same right? Robust and flexible--but mutable and fragile.

 Running into good art always makes me feel like my day was was lived.

 I have to hold onto this experience as I duck into this tight week.