I met Mikele, a young gallerist last November, in Venice, Italy. Tea, my host, an architect, went to the opening reception a few days prior. She was adamant that I go see the exhibit and meet the young gallerist.
A Venezia local, spent ten years working at a gallery in Los Angeles. A year ago, opened his own magnificent gallery space, steps away from the Accademia Bridge. Doors were open, the entrance space kept dim with paintings lit along the long side walls. A local Venetian contemporary painter was on exhibit. Psychologist by training. Colors, fire, strange, and wonderful.
The second floor is where the midday sun was pouring in. Large paned windows, overlooking the square with a statue of a linguist in the distance. Alone in the space, warm, wooden creaky floors. Spacious palazzo rooms, three of them, fifteen or more pieces by the local painter.
Standing, inside the painter. I close my eyes to see.
Checkout Barbatti Gallery, Venezia Italy.
