Has anyone ever walked into a gallery and just *known* it was wrong?
I remember this one time, years ago, I was visiting a place in Athens. The owner was… intense. Like, really intense. He spent more time talking about how famous he was than about the art. I felt a chill. Didn't even leave my card. Anyone else have that gut feeling about a place right away? What was it?
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I know this feeling. It’s not just about the art, is it? It’s the whole atmosphere. I once visited a space in Lisbon, quite a famous one, and the curator, very polite, but there was this… coldness. Like I was interrupting something important. I felt small, and I just wanted to leave too. It’s a shame when the passion for the work gets lost in… other things.
Ah, yes, the coldness. It’s like a museum of manners, not a place for art. Lisbon, you say? I can picture it. This Athens place, it wasn't just cold, it was… suffocating. Like he owned the air in the room. You’re right, the passion gets lost. A real shame.