Today is the day I will deliver a few paintings to Wind Water Gallery in the Heights. These paintings will be a very small part of a much larger event called Heights First Saturday that happily coincides with Yale Street Arts Market.
The first greeters when walking in the door of Wind Water Gallery are three cheerful goldfish eager to start a conversation. They are swimming--pratically running--in an old carved marble feeding trough that has found a new purpose as their home. Our chat went something like this:
Goldfish: "Hey! Hey! Hey! Down here--we're down here. Look at us."
Me: "Wha--?"
Goldfish: "Hello! Hello. Hello. Welcome to Wind Water Gallery. Have you ever been here before?"
Me: "Huh?"
Goldfish: "It's great....lot's of Asian antiques, jewelry, silk, and your art, right? Oh, oh, of course. You're the new artist."
Me: "Um....yes."
Goldfish: "Hey. How about tossing some food in here for us?"
Me: "Food?"
Goldfish: "Please? Pretty please? Pretty pretty please?"
Me: "OK."
Goldfish: "Oh, thank you thank you thank you. You're a nice lady."
Me: "Thank you. And you all are nice goldfish."
2 comments:
That's funny - talking is usally reserved for humans and parrots.
When you meet these three you'll understand. Just listen.
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