Gia was ready to contribute her second entry. Words this time. Or to quote her "write ah cud do. Dat da wan ting ah cud do."
I swept the gallery as she explained drawings she had done after her first LAB entry last week.
"I did all these drawings, Katie."
"Good," I said "that is what this is all about to get us all going."
As soon as Gilvano got back, he set up a light play in that dark room, which would, as he would say, "make you cry!"
And cry we did when we saw her light skin, set against the black wall, with the floodlight highlighting her profile, and a shadow before her.
She read her favorite poem. In less than 5 minutes we were done.
Micah had began his work of transforming the place, painting away the beautiful-immense-green-oil-paint-bird.
The gallery never looks the same ever, but with the dizzying speed of mounting and dismounting 48 hour exhibits, different becomes same.
The experiments continue...