Was what she looking at really art? Deep grey pools fluttered closed, hoping that when they opened, she would be met with some new profound meaning. She breathed in a deep breath, allowing dark grey orbs to settle a final time on the painting. Nothing. She let out a breathy sigh.
Perhaps she was too tired to see the beauty that was supposed to exude from the paintings on exhibit-- a quote from the pamphlet she had been handed at the door. Perhaps the creative eye was meant only for those who were energized enough to connect dots that weren't there. Maybe she just needed more caffeine. But she would have to wait, at least until she was done touring the art. Drinks weren't allowed in the gallery.
The dark grey gaze turned from the paintings and instead settled towards the windows that lined the wall of the gallery-- they were set high, as to provide natural sunlight, without directly hitting the paintings on display. The sky shimmered with a pinky hue, indicating that outside the sun was setting-- a sight that she could easily envision... the pinks flooding into the oranges and purples, pushing away the once blue skies-- all outlined in frames of stoic clouds. Nothing in this gallery could capture the beauty that was occurring just beyond the walls... could it?
She sighed again, walking towards the next painting. It hung on the wall in an ornate gold frame, though the piece itself was a combination of blues, greens, and blacks swirling towards some splotchy red circle. "What is this even supposed to be?" she questioned, exasperation flooding her voice as she spoke-- an action that she would have stiffled, had she even been aware she was speaking.
As she realized the words that came from her mouth, she sheepishly retracted, pulling the hoodie, which had been flat against her back, up over her head. Just because she wasn't creative enough to see the apparent brilliance behind this work, didn't mean that anybody else felt the same. She would stay still, at least for the moment, pretending to find some deeper meaning of what was in front of her, at least until she was certain that her words held no consequence.