We are now going to give you a chance to walk along the wall for a while and enjoy some of our little vignettes in the marketplace.   Please remember to keep walking to the right.  Do not stay in single file.  Touch the art.  Take lots and lots of flash pictures.  Yell if you must.  And put your drink down wherever you want to.

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Lazy, lazy, lazy...
All very civilized.
A la cleopatraesque.  Did you know she
(Cleopatra, that is) was purported to 
having had herself smuggled into a private
audience with Caesar, disguised amid 
a beautiful rolled up carpet!
Be careful with that scarf.
The call of the wild.
Isadora Duncanesque, she contrasts
well, I think, with the stylized pomp of the 
period. I felt at ease with the way she was 
dancing in a mainly female audience -
minimized the voyeuristic patronage feel.
Two parts - hydrogen, one part - oxygen, all parts - good times.
Water.
There is something mesmerizing about the
pouring of water.  I imagine the communality
of this age-old gesture. In an ideal world this
annex would have the sound of the droplets
amplified as an ambient overlay... mmm mm

He's the wanderer, oh yes the wanderer, we wanders 'round and 'round and 'round and 'round.
Quietly minding his own business.
This young man is having a good
but unexceptional day. His mind is a little
distracted, can you tell?
That's not how you throw dice, you dork!
Dice throwers.
These folks are just throwing the
dice.  Gamblers.  Gambling long
before there were 800 numbers
to call if they felt they had a problem
or support groups or large paddle-
driven steamboats filled to the
brink with vice.
A great yarn.
Spindle.
From my first introduction to spindles,
(Sleeping Beauty's finger was pricked by one),
I have always wanted to draw one somewhere.
The boy toying with the spindle - maybe toying
with far more than he knows, you yawn here 
and you are compensating for someone yawning in
China, you know. 
Don't touch.
Look! Another monkey!
These burly folks are carrying a box.
The box has a basket on it.
The basket has some company.
It is a monkey.
This is a scene of potential comedy high jinks.
Crazy monkey.

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Are there buttons this cute?
Victoria, age 7, critic.
 "... birds, because there is only one bird, actually, two.  I think there should be more birds down there because it is outside.  And a bird nest in the tree."

"I think you should have some mountains up there"

"Put a mouse in!"
 
"I least like how there is tall grass and then it is not so tall over there. Right here it is not so tall.  Or you could make it short.  Break out the lawnmower."

 
April 11th, 1998
Dear Diary,
   I have heard them again.  I can see flashes of lights from my window and their hovering forms, drifting in front of the mural.  It has become an all-too-common sight.  I must take steps. 

April 12th, 1998
Dear Diary,
    Today I bought a sling shot.  Tonight I will go down by the mural and wait.

 A man on a mission, waiting patiently for the enemy.
April 13th, 1998
Dear Diary,
     They still did it.  All the pillars are coming down and,  frankly, I am a bit frustrated.  I have still not seen one, but judging by the way all the corners have been peeled back, my only guess is elves with jet packs.

April 14th, 1998
Dear Diary,
      Spent the day fixing the pillars again.  Tonight I will catch them by the mural.  They just keep picking at the corners.  I have been practicing my sling shot.

April 15th, 1998
Dear Diary, 
       They did it again.  I still did not see one.  Tonight I will stay on my roof so they can not see me.
Artist's rendition of the pillar problem.