On the fourteenth day, there were four entries. Three scheduled, one, the first, spontaneous, but no less pertinent.
The young Inri Swasey, dragging a box of chalk to the wall, asked, "wemembah when I told you not to erawase this wall?"
"Well you did"
He immediately began to repopulate the wall with his chalk menagerie.
When he was finished. He abandoned the wall and abandoned the LAB.
Dwayne Murillo arrived minutes later, ready to read his poetry. Gilvano attached a lightbulb to his head. We positioned him in front of the former beautiful-immense-green-oil-paint- bird. The lights were turned off except for his bulb and the track lights closest to him, and like this, he read.
When he was finished, I was wrapped in a line of blue light and I read.
Gerardo Ortiz was the fourth entry for the day. He selected a place on the gallery floor. Stuck his papers on with tape. Laid out his pens, pencils, erasers and ruler and began the 2-hour sketch on white bristol board.
"I surprised even myself today" he said as he admired them tacked on the wall.