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12/4/2020

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The San Antonio Dispatch
Arts and Culture

The Art Gallery
By George Bishop
PicturePhoto by Jennifer Pyle on Unsplash
San Antonio, one of the fastest-growing cities in Texas, still maintains the small-town feel within its big city borders. It’s a place full of history, culture, and art and well known for the Alamo, Fiesta Texas, the Riverwalk, and home of Chicano art.  

Today I am enjoying a jaunt along our iconic Riverwalk, passing by shops, restaurants, beautiful architecture, museums, and art galleries. I’m on my way to The Art Gallery, San Antonio’s newest gallery located on West Market St. right off the Riverwalk. As I approach the 2 story Spanish home-style gallery with gleaming white stucco walls, I can’t help but see a canvas upon which the landscape has been painted. The small front courtyard feels open and spacious, belying the fact that it was a parking lot barely 3 years ago. The 2nd-floor terrace has the most embellishment with wrought iron railing and a few sitting nooks. I can hear them inviting me to come up, have a seat, and enjoy the landscape San Antonio has to offer.

At the arched entryway, I’m greeted by the business duo behind The Art Gallery, Mina Trahan and Isabelle Lea. Both women are San Antonio transplants - Mina from New Orleans and Isabelle from Iowa. She laughs when I asked her where in Iowa and simply says, “a small town no one's heard of.” As I’m guided through the gallery, I’m once again struck by how spacious the inside is. I start my questions off by asking who designed the building and how they managed the illusion of space. Mina’s answer was surprising as she explains that she designed the building herself. “I’ve always had an interest in architecture,” she explains, as she lists off the handful of classes she’s taken on the subject.

We make our way from the perimeter of the main gallery towards the center; while, Isabelle tells me how she and Mina met during a studio art class at Tulane University. “It was my first year and Mina’s second,” she begins and tells how they bonded over mutual frustration for their roommates. By the following year, they were not only best friends and roommates but beginning to discuss a business partnership. “I don’t know if we intended to be serious, but when Mina finished her degree in Art History and Studio art, she stayed another year to take architecture and building design classes.” We further discuss the design of the gallery, including the clever use of lighting, the 2nd-floor balcony, and how the art on either floor can be seen from either floor. 
 
At the center of the gallery is the featured artist; this month is Isabelle Lea. The first thing you see is her concept art adorning the outside of temporary walls that form a large circle. Alongside the concept-pieces are images of Isabelle working, biographical information, and various color palettes. “I play a lot with color,” Isabelle explains, “these are what I make to develop the pallet for a specific piece.” She goes on to explain that she doesn’t paint the colors she sees but the colors she feels. I was pleased to see that the art I saw at the debut last week was as powerful now as it was then. Isabelle admits her inspiration for colors comes from Jan Davidsz de Heem, a Dutch painter who was part of the Vanitas art movement. “Vanitas was the first art that I really fell in love with,” Isabelle says as she points out various elements of her own work that are heavily influenced by Vanitas symbology. The paintings themselves are a study in allegory and tell a story that changes with each telling. Isabelle describes her own art as “a symbolic representation of the world I see that provides multiple storylines for those seeing it.”

The tour continues upstairs, and I continue to admire the art Mina has chosen to curate in The Art Gallery and how she has chosen to display it. Everything from the paintings on the walls to the small and large sculptures, jewelry, ceramics, and more are displayed in a way that takes nothing away from the art around it but accentuating the beauty of each piece. We sit in one of the nooks on the terrace overlooking the courtyard, and I am pleased to see the landscape is as beautiful as was promised earlier when I noticed the seating. My next burning question is the meaning of the name “The Art Gallery” and when both women laugh, I know it’s going to be a good story. “We tossed names at each other for months,” Isabelle begins. “We couldn’t agree, so one Friday, I said ‘if we don’t pick a name by Monday we’re calling it The Art Gallery’” finished Mina with a firm nod as the women begin laughing again. “Mina doesn’t make empty threats,” Isabelle says on a breath. It’s this sense of humor and teamwork that has gotten this pair of women through thick and thin over the years.

We decided to finish the interview at Schilo’s, a nice German restaurant just behind the gallery. After we’ve settled in and ordered, I ask the women what brought them to San Antonio. “We threw a dart,” Mina says simply. My look of confusion prompted Isabelle to explain further, “We didn’t know where we wanted to go, only that we didn’t want to stay in New Orleans or go to Iowa, so Mina put a world map up on the wall and I threw a dart at it.” Mina interrupts Isabelle’s version of the story and elaborates, “I blindfolded her first… spun her around 3 times and took cover.” When the dart landed on Texas, they each listed off their top 5 cities, and San Antonio was on both lists.

With a mix of expertise, the unconventional, and luck, these two women have created an art gallery that is successful and memorable. Before parting for the day, I ask both women one last question: what their favorite and least favorite mythical creatures are. Mina’s response is immediate, “land spirits and pixies” respectively, and doesn’t elaborate on her reasons. Isabelle’s response is slower to come, “Dragons because they're cool, I guess, and I’ve always wanted to paint one.  And werewolves because werewolf fiction just irritates me!”

The next time you find yourself on the Riverwalk near West Market St make sure to stop in The Art Gallery for an almost magical experience of local art, scenic views, and relaxing atmosphere.


For those new to ESG - Night Ties is a series I am working on writing. Occasionally I write out some extra stuff that I'm pretty sure won't be in the final books. They are little independent stories that I think enhance the story and help me better understand the characters, the world, and the story itself. Hopefully you enjoy them and when I finally finish the books you'll have glimpsed into the world already!
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The Cab Ride

11/17/2020

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Keiko finished giving her shift report to the oncoming nurse and headed to the break room to shower and change before gathering her things to head home. After leaving her hospital scrubs in the hamper, she put on her mask and left the hospital. She walked outside for a bit to enjoy the chilly morning air giving her the energy she needed to hail a cab. Keiko dismissed the first two cabs because the drivers weren’t wearing masks, but the third one was the charm, as they say. The little woman driving had a mask on that depicted a brightly colored emoji, also wearing a mask. It made Keiko smile as she climbed in the back seat and recited the address to the hotel she was staying in.
The driver, who enthusiastically introduced herself as Penny, drove in silence as she merged back into traffic and headed downtown. After a while Penny asked, “How’s your day been going?”
Keiko chuckled to herself. Her day had been hell, with an extra serving of ignorance, and she was tired. “Well, no one died,” she said dryly. Penny was silent for a moment, looking at Keiko in the rearview mirror. Probably trying to decide if she picked up a psychopath, Keiko thought.
“Those are your standards?” Penny finally asked.
“I’m a nurse at Baptist Hospital; I work in the ICU,” Keiko explained.
Understanding and sadness filled Penny’s eyes. “Well then, nobody died today, that’s something,” she said, turning her focus back on driving. Penny didn’t speak again until they neared the hotel. “How come you’re going here? Are you one of the emergency staff?”
Keiko looked up at the looming building and beat back the homesickness. “No,” she said, “but my parents and daughter are in the high risk group. As long as I’m working in the ICU, I can’t risk going home and making them sick.”
“Oh,” Penny was silent again as she pulled up to the front lobby. “Keiko,” she called as Keiko climbed out of the cab. She stopped and looked in the cab and Penny said, “Thank you. For the work you do at the hospital.”
Keiko paused and could only nod in response then said, “Thank you for wearing a mask. Have a good day and stay safe.” Then headed into the hotel and up to her room. She spent an hour with her family over Zoom before going to bed.
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The Queen's Diary

10/16/2020

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Personal Journal - 14 June 2028
​We’ve sent high-res images of the journal, found inside the chest, to Jared for translation, but he seems to be having some trouble and it’s taking longer than expected. We were hoping to have the carbon dating information back already but we had to send another sample as the last one was contaminated - results inconclusive. I’ve decided to try translating the journal myself.  At the very least I might help Jared a little. Below is the first entry in the journal; I am surprised at how well preserved this entry is, considering the journal itself looks as if it was tossed in a fire at some point, then rescued.

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Ransom

9/9/2020

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“Alright class,” Madam Goodemen, the instructor, prowled the classroom as she searched for anyone daring to break the rules. “Let’s review yesterday’s history lesson. Amelia,” a girl of 16 rose from her seat, adjusted her pristine uniform, and long braided hair, before snapping her arms to her sides to keenly await her question. Satisfied with her etiquette, Madam Goodemen asked her first question, “In the year 2035, the government enacted a new policy called, ‘The Child Education Reclamation Project.’ This policy required all children to be taken, 2 weeks after birth, to be raised in government funded facilities.  Why was this policy enacted?”

Amelia taking a deep breath began her answer, making sure to enunciate each word as she spoke, “Madam Goodemen, in response to your question, ‘The Child Education Reclamation Project’ was enacted to ensure equal and quality education, for all children, from the earliest age possible. This policy replaced the public and private school systems, as well as daycares, which were found to be inefficient and discrepant among districts.” Without stumbling or hesitating in her answer, she found Madam Goodemen before continuing, “Madam Goodemen, was I sufficient in answering your question?” It was a wonder she hadn’t fainted from lack of oxygen, but even the idea of the perfect Amelia fainting, was impossible.

“Yes Amelia, you may be seated.” Madam Goodmen, showing even more pride than her student, began to walk around the classroom again. Amelia, dripping in demure and grace, sat on her seat while placing her hands on the desk, and finding her balance on the stool.


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First Kiss

8/24/2020

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Photo by Annette Sousa on Unsplash
~Jessica
I’ve kissed many men, many times, in various settings, and I’ve rated all of them. The worst was the guy whose tongue I nearly gagged on as he tried to lick my tonsils. The best was the guy that could coax little sighs from me as I leaned into him. I think over mine and Adam’s date tonight as I try to guess where he will rate on my little scale. Our long, diverse dinner conversations hinted at his responsiveness and highlighted his wit. He wears confidence like a lion wears it’s mane. It’s there, visible, hard to miss, never flaunted, and attractive all the same. Something about him makes a woman’s imagination run wild with a surety that even those dreams will fall short of reality.

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