A woman is a lot like an art exhibit

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A woman is a lot like an art exhibit.

Silent. Static. Unmoving. Reserved. A crowd of people pass by without even a second glance. Mostly apathetic, they continue their daily routine. No one dares to listen to what they have to say because it’s ‘always just the same thing all over again’. The similarities unnerved me.

Unlike with a forum, a performance, a conference, or a debate, an art exhibit says nothing direct. Everything up to interpretation.

A woman is a lot like an art exhibit.

Full of subtleties. Hidden meanings. Untold stories. All of which could only be revealed when one dared enough to step closer.

A woman is a lot like an art exhibit.

Judged at, looked at, spat on in disgust. Their skins vandalized, dignity sacrificed, parts stolen, voices still unheard.

I thought commands such as “Please don’t touch” was common sense.

A woman is so so much like an art exhibit.

Appreciated by some, seen by many. Some stand by in awe to understand their meaning, others step on them with no regret.

We, as artists, can shape them.

A woman is a lot like an art exhibit

Day 18: Indak by Up Dharma Down

She was lazy Sunday afternoons spent on art museums, she was chill Friday nights on Spoken Word poetry. We met under peculiar circumstances, and we almost never did. We’ve never been affectionate towards each other, perhaps because we respected the rule of never touching masterpieces. We made up for awkward silences, filling the air with enthusiasm over our crushes. We had a silent agreement never to mention all the promises we’ve already broken. She was a metaphor caged around expectations on things she never loved. She was an explorer, discovering new forms of art to delve herself into. She was, however, too temporary. She loves photography one day, and film making the next. And in the dark silence, under the moonlight, we talked under hushed voices, too afraid to wake up the monsters we’ve both come to terms with. I was her confidante, and until now, I have no idea why.

Day 18: Indak by Up Dharma Down