The show is hung. It's a fair depiction of the places painting pictures led me to. Alas, allegory allowing alliteration alleviation...that should hold me over for a while.
But in a few days, when the opening party is over and everyone has come and gone, everything will be just the same as it is now...I'll be standing in a room with a high ceiling by myself with 175 pictures hanging on the wall.
But in a few days, when the opening party is in full swing, a friend might ask me where a particular picture was painted. And maybe my response will create a cross-country curiosity calling to be quenched. And maybe I'll cross paths with that particular cross-country conquistador on an upcoming pilgrimage to the particular place painted in the picture that friend found fascinating. Wouldn't that be bewilderingly wonderful?
Okay, now I'm done.
