We did the gallery thing in Chelsea the other day. [This after fortifying ourselves with lunch at “Rub,” a barbeque place that advertises “the best butt in town.” Their thing is “burnt tips” – barbequed brisket ends – they were heaven.]
So we end the afternoon at an exhibit called “Masks.”
Hair of fake cranberries.
Mouth of plastic chattering teeth. Fluttering open & closed.
The next piece looks like my shoe closet.
Oh, we bought something that day at a design gallery – these placemats.