It was a beautiful time, the first evening of autumn, I think. The gallery was parked near plenty of car traffic and very little foot traffic, so, as lots of motorists gave Jim Public’s Truck a quick drive by and, I hope, registered that the gallery exists, I was able to have long and casual chats with those few people who walked all the way down to Payne Street.
We gallerists prefer a bustling exhibition, but I savored the evening’s serenity.
hey! i love this idea. how creative of you. fab idea.
Thanks, Laura. I’m taking the gallery to different locations, once or twice a month. This is the most fun I’ve had with art since the Ripper Jordan days when two friends and I made stuff together and sold it on the street during community art nights.
Nice to hear from you!