Glowtime— At the West End Gallery
When the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies,
All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow, and silver gleam,
With their magic flood me through the gateway of the eyes;
I am one with the twilight’s dream.
–George William Russell, The Nuts of Knowledge (1903)
Many, many thanks to everyone who made their way to the West End Gallery for yesterday’s Gallery Talk. I think most everyone had a good time. If they didn’t, they certainly fooled me– not that that is saying much.
As for myself, I very much enjoyed my time with this group of folks. They made it easy for me with their openness and warmth. Hopefully, they felt that I reciprocated. Being open and welcoming is always a goal for one of these talks, along with trying not to say something stupid or insulting. I think I did okay on those counts, but you never know.
Again, much appreciation for those choosing to spend some time with me yesterday. Looking forward to the next one.
And an extra big thank you to Jesse, Linda, and John Gardner at the West End Gallery for making it all possible. I could go on and on about my debt to them for so many things, but I am going to leave you now with a song for this week’s Sunday Morning Music. It’s Seems Like a Long Time from the 1971 album Every Picture Tells a Story from Rod Stewart. It feels appropriate because there are times when it feels like I have been doing this art gig so long that everything before it seems like it happened a lifetime ago.
Thanks for reading. Have a good day.
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