Arriving at the art gallery early, they wandered unimpeded around the installation without having to dodge the crowd the exhibit would attract.
“What do you think he’s trying to portray, Geoff?”
“You mean you can’t see it?”
Gloria squinted at the work that looked like fishing nets suspended in mid-air. “I can see it but I don’t get it.”
“Wow. I thought it was obvious. The artist is showing women’s bodies. How they are soft, and supple, give pleasure, are of different sizes and shapes. Indispensible for giving life. And yet they’re strong and grounded. Beautiful.”
“Thanks. So I’m a fishing net.”
In response to Rochelle’s prompt for Friday Fictioneers and thanks to Roger Bultot for the photo prompt.