pointing in the direction of the basement gallery.

lights. you know about me and lights.

stairs that twisted till you got to the entrance at the bottom.

that's mine, with the band of yellow.

fooood. except was i stuffed up with a head cold and only ate one dinky piece of cheese.

funky chair and old-skool cam on the table. the gallery decor was sparse but cute.

with gong action. that sucker was LOUD.

the pink buddha hamming it up. say hi to terri lloyd! her entry was (surprise) a pink buddha photo.

buddha smacking the gong after a haiku presentation.

gallery space was small but i kinda liked having photos hung everywhere you looked.
for instance, next to the, ahem, closet.

behind and near the door. the marrionettes crack me up.

in front of the bathroom vanity.

the sitting area. where i parked my butt for most of the time because i was woozy in the head.

peeps wandering about. the head on the upper left is disturbing...what happened to his eye?!

right next to the aforementioned vanity. btw, fresh flowers everywhere. it smelled quite nice.

visitors viewed through security bars.

yieah, again, me and the lights.