Cake Pops: Art Show

Cake pops are wonderful things. They are little tiny baby balls of cake smooshed together with frosting, covering in icing. Truly, cake pops are delicious. However they are rarely enough. They are the beginning of a dessert and they leave you wanting more. 

This post is a cake pop.

I'm going to open an art show. When I get back I'm going to open a show and call it "The Joy of Traveling." It will be marketed as a gallery of travel photos. Everyone will anticipate beautiful sunrises and dramatic landscapes, inciting a drive for adventure in all who view them. No sneak peaks will be released, no blurbs describing the art, the content is very hush hush. It will be assumed this is for dramatic affect. Upon entrance, the gallery is dark, and some vaguely worldly music will be playing. Anticipation and excitement will thicken the air.

Lights up, cut music.

The art is now on display.

There is a hush.

And confusion because these are not forests or cities or dramatic portraits of homeless children who are happy despite their situations. All the art is just blown up high res copies of passport photos and visa pictures.

 I think it would be a powerful exhibit. One can truly see the exhilaration and pure gaiety of travel through the dead, empty eyes of someone who has been sitting in the visa office of a foreign country for 7 hours. The confused, straight-lipped mouth of a teenager who doesn't understand how you're supposed to smile but not smile. Just, the overall beat-down, static-haired, I-swear-I'm-not-a-serial-killer look of an individual who either knows too much about travel to worry about formalities or of one who knows absolutely nothing and was thoroughly unprepared for the mess of rules and regulations. Yes, that is truly art.