“A gallery?” you say. Well, yes!
Three rooms and a hallway,
Empty rooms,
Save for some carefully placed, curious objects,
With an arresting presence,
That can remind you (and me) to notice:
A different way to gauge (our) world,
An affirmation of our times,
Another new history of joys, pains—and us,
Our life, inner, outer,
An instrument for observation:
A telescope with which to envision the unknowable;
A microscope through which we see, not a brain,
But a mind, a heart, a soul;
A mirror, through which we see ourselves;
Or not an instrument at all,
Just a tonic, another form of chicken soup,
To heal spirits, to rest.
“Chicken soup?” you say.
Well, in the form of
A meandering line’s path,
Spaces, colors, forms, materials,
A coded creation, telegraphing messages
For which there are no words,
Answering our need for a stronger,
not just worldly, but universal, connection.
Yes a gallery, for y(our) pleasure.
We’ll have events surrounding the exhibitions.
Performances, receptions,
Not that you have to buy anything,
Of course, you may acquire,
Prices will vary from show to show.
From two to five figures,
And these figures neither sit, stand, nor recline!
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I have original paintings I would love to sell or have someone sell. Is this possible at your studio?