Someone was sick so I was drafted in at the last minute to make tea at The Mall Galleries this evening.
I wasn’t really in the mood but thought I can invite the artists to my next event (while giving them tea) and leave early to go to singing.
It was interesting to be on the other side, I wandered about whilst the urn heated up. The Society of Women Artists had an exhibition there.
I was reminded of nubile female objectification; 3 out of 4 models were slim, young, gorgeous. The other was a male model; he only had a few artists drawing him.
I felt their immobility
as well as their grace
I also felt freed
as I padded about in the air of concentration
But I had to hurry as come 7 o’ clock, tea was due
I felt light to be leaving after tea. Thank goodness for joining the choir