I like paintings. Although I am not a collector in any sense of the word, I like visiting art galleries to see how somebody expressed themselves. It always gives me a sense of awe, because I can't draw or paint.
Last Friday there was an unusual sort of exposition. Unusual in the sense that it showed pieces done by one family, featuring two generations. There were some genuinely good pieces, and the children's whimiscal paintings were charming.
I admire the exposition also because it is an inventive way of bringing the family together, and to share parts of oneself that aren't always obvious. And let's face it: The family structure is rapidly changing if not falling apart and to have this kind of event, where extended family and friends get together is simply very rare nowadays.
It proves to me that it is not only in the olden days that people can come together. It can happen nowadays, too.
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