Fell Through The
by Meremu Kombo
As I walked into the gallery, I started to feel glad that I had
come to the opening. I originally planned on waiting a week or so
before quietly coming to see the show on a weekday mid-afternoon,
or some other such inconsequential moment, but my curiosity and
excitement got the better of me. The previous photographs from D
had fascinated me, especially Dead Dog at Truck Stop Urinal,
though it hadn’t been as popular as his breakthrough piece,
Injured Cat at Bus Stop Urinal.
I hung up my coat and entered the main gallery space, the beads
in my braided hair clicking together softly with each step I took.
As I grabbed a glass of wine and headed toward the first piece in
my path, I could feel the glances being thrown my way. Brief head
turns, eye flickers, small amused or excited or intrigued smiles
at the sole dark face in the crowd, like a smudge on white canvas.
Sighing, I settled in.
Half an hour later I was engrossed in discussion with two fellow
attendees. We discussed D’s use of backlight and positioning
of the subjects within the frame. It seemed that they enjoyed his
work for many of the same reasons I did, and I could feel my excitement
fluttering at that prospect. I was eager to discuss more, I gushed,
“It almost reads like music. Or I’m reminded of listening
to certain songs as I look at these pictures.” Nodding her
head She said, “Oh, sure, music, definitely,” and our
conversation turned in that direction. A few minutes later He asked,
“So, what kind of hip-hop do you like?”
And I thought, Ah, so. There it is. Set myself up for that
one, didn’t I?
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Meremu Kombo is Nigerian-born, small town raised, east coast-educated,
and west coast-transplanted. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.