Art imitates life

I was not myself last night, and neither was Paul. At Tyndall Galleries, on the Second Friday Art Walk, we were art, walking. "It's so great to see my creations come alive," said Jane Filer, the artist who made the masks. It's kind of great also, and liberating, to be so completely disguised that no one, not even people you know, knows you. Children, naturally, are the most responsive. Believe it or not, there are ordinary adults walking the mall of a Friday night who on seeing creatures such as us really don't see us at all. It's like they get in an "I'm in the mall" space in their heads and nothing touches them. But then, as someone in the gallery said, unkindly I thought in a way, "This is Chapel Hill."