At the afternoon I had no better idea than to visit an exhibition of modern art in local gallery. Yes, it was as boring as I expected. The only interesting thing was to see what garbage can be displayed and called art. A dust bin painted in bright pink is my personal favourite, together with a pile of empty plastic cups.
That’s why I was quite suprised when I encountered a piece so differend from wannabe conceptual sculptures and splattered canvases. It was a block of solid marble with a hand seemingly printed two inch deep in the stone. Unlike other pieces in the exhibition hall, this had to be a result of many hours, if not days, of hard and precise work.
I steped closer and had to marvel over the details. Every line in the palm was visible. „I have a magnifiing glass somewhere.“ I said to myself and searched my pockets. When I found it, I leaned so close I would activate the alarm, if I was in proper gallery, and examined the impossibly detailed miracle. The marble