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Now, I think of it as a gallery.

And then, maybe, go build your own gallery. gallery gay blog

Even a door.

Walking into my own gallery for the first time was terrifying. Because for thirty years, someone else had been curating the show. My parents hung the family portraits. My teachers installed the dioramas of “normal” futures. The church mounted a giant, gilded painting of a man burning in a lake of fire, labeled Consequences . Now, I think of it as a gallery