Second April Galerie‘, where I have my art studio at the moment, has many walls, cubbies and alcoves covered with art and interesting objects. The window at the end of the hall seems forgotten amidst all the many things to view in the gallery.
At one point, someone made an attempt to dress the window up a bit, as there are Christmas lights hanging askew across the panes. Whoever hung the lights must have lost interest, as they are no longer hanging in a purposefully decorative manner.
When the gallery is dark after closing time, however, the window becomes the only visible wall art in the gallery. It beams like an eerie beacon with the ambient light from the alley glowing in.
The view into the street is unremarkable, but the patterns and shapes created as the street light casts shadows on the glass are very intriguing.
It is view unseen to most, and typically forgotten by the few artists who may stray upstairs after hours.
Such forgotten details and views catch us now and then with their silent mystery and beauty.
And they become no longer forgotten. For a moment anyway.