The caravan finally and safely reached the long-awaited destination. Sydney’s farewell sun had suddenly transformed into a Melbourne welcome rain and at first we didn’t feel as welcomed at all. The lack of sunshine and the presence of heavy rains made everything black and white, no grey, and it felt like being in a British crime telly movie.
But there she was. The space was just as beautiful as we remembered. This time a blank space, empty and at the same time scary. M and I were supposed to fill this beauty with equally beautiful things and the potential was just too obvious. No time to loose we thought and attacked armed with paint brushes, hammers, ladders, saws and a few cases of lager. Terrified Melbournites saw a thick haze of dust coming through the second floor windows and now they knew, the Somewhere missionaries were here and this time it was for real. With a tough and strict schedule directing us we began the renovations. Out with the old in with the new we said, covered in paint cheering a lager.
Is that the old don’t come gallery?
Yeah! It is. We’ll be open late next week. See you there. Gusty