After talking to the blonde woman selling tile, running my hand over the smooth clean expanse of new tile, I wandered around toward the back of the store. I had to walk around a long thin plath of wood that was being used to delineate where a counter would go. Two men were talking about how the counter would look once it was installed. Then I looked over and saw the edge of the art museum and remembered that I had planned to go look at the exhibit. The gallery was connected to the home improvement store at the back, and I walked through into the back work area. Two people were playing catch with a flat wooden carving about the size of a boomerang. It was a flat painted wooden bird that was the gallery's logo.
The space opened out, it was a gallery space although in the back there were a couple of workbenches. As I walked through the gallery a young woman, tall and thin, said to me "this is the last day of the showing, and we're closed." I said, "Don't worry, I'll be as careful of the paintings as those two playing catch back there." I went to look at once of the pieces, and she said "Don't worry. Go ahead and take your time."
The piece I was looking at was unusual, it was several pillows of brightly colored gel, the top one nested in the ones beneath. And moving slightly. I was suprised to see four strong layers of color, the topmost red, the bottom one green.
On the other side of the gallery was a piece of kinetic art. A mini horror movie on a brass bed. A flat paper cockroach about two and a half feet long crawled and took a long lime green pillow, centering it on the back of a woman lying face down on the bed. She was wearing a red polka dot dress. The cockroach had a speech bubble that had it saying "My mouth's not open." This made the whole piece not be terrifying, because you knew the cockroach wasn't going to eat the woman. Then it dragged her off the end of the bed, and under the bed. Then there was a pause before, presumably, it all repeated again. I didn't wait to see.
