Raphael
"Wow." Was all Ondina could say as we entered the gallery hall. She walked up to a piece full of odd shapes and colors. The look of admiration washed over her face. Feeling curious, I asked.
"What do you think of when you look at this?" She turned towards me but avoided my eyes. Why is that?
"Frustration."
Interesting. "Frustration?"
"Yes. I see frustration." Interested in more of what she had to say, I encouraged her.
"Explain."
Ondina turned back to the piece and examined it. She extended her arms and mimicked the shapes with her fingers.
"Nothing is consistent. It's almost as if the artist couldn't figure out what shape to make. Some lines are sharp while others are loose. Uneven really." She continued with her explanation.
"The colors... They overlap in an unattractiv
