Earthquakes and Nipples

Where was I during the earthquake? 

"POP" show at The National Art Gallery of Canada.

We had just started walking through the exhibition (I was with my art class and instructor) when the building started to quiver.  Pamela (the instructor) mentioned that perhaps it was just the gallery workers moving walls for a new exhibition.  It then got louder and more intense.  It was kind of comical, now looking back, seeing people bouncing up and down.

No one seemed to know what the heck had happend and I couldn't get a cell signal.  In fact the spooky thing was that no one could get a cell signal.  Pamela suggested we leave and a couple of us thought that would be a great idea.  The building is cement and a 3 story high glass tower.  So we spent the remainder of the class (which was almost the whole class) in a pub down the street.  At least 3 of us less brave souls did.  It was also a chance to spend some time with a great artist in a pub.  Never, never turn that opportunity down!

After a lovely afternoon on the patio (drinking nothing stronger than pop people!) I felt brave enough to enter the gallery again. 

Part of the exhibition was a room with black light and patrons were encouraged to write or draw on the walls with coloured chalk.  The only space left was at the top of the wall, so I stretched on my tippy toes and drew a little picture before continuing on to view the rest of the exhibit.  I came upon a mirror at the end of the show to see that I had perfectly outlined my nipples in chalk on my black tank top.  I must have leaned on the wall when drawing.  I wasn't too embarrased though as I'm sure I just looked like part of the exhibit.  They did have, afterall, a set of twins sitting in chairs in one section.  I was the chalk nipple lady.   Okay, maybe I was a bit embarrased.