There is a blackout in the neighborhood and Dollcee, Padoke and Dos and Cybo are sitting in the almost black silent room. Bod is in the next room reading by candle light. Bod doesn’t have a phone with a light built in.
Dollcee said she is feeling restrained by Western art. It moves so slow, in fact, it is my impression that it is in reverse.
Anyway, she continues, I am considering becoming an intergalactic art critic.
It took more than a blackout to keep Padoke, Dos, Cybo and Bod quite for long. Bod appeared in the doorway with the candle held in front of him looking like an alien from a low budget film and said, this is the most interesting thing that I have heard in a long time Dollcee. Bod went on, Dollcee, I hope the editor of this blog has enough guts to let you run with this concept and not worry about offending some relics from the past.
Dollcee was off, the phenomena of galactic creations, also known as the heavens, are no longer the sole property of the churches. The imagery being transmitted back from the space telescopes are universal decorations beyond the imagination of earthly emissaries or their appointed painters, musicians and of course, word manglers. How it is represented, needs to be analyzed and interpreted by the new unencumbered art critics. The sky is the gallery of art’s future.
Bravo Dollcee, Padoke, Dos, Cybo and Bod, said in unison.