Seemingly Ordinary Garage Doors

I'm not sure if I'd ever been to Jersey City before, except in a real drive-through, fly-over sort of way.  Which is strange to my way of thinking as I have lived in NY my whole life and this Jersey City place is right over the water.  I ate a really good meal (thank you Cinos!), and saw a show Maggie was performing in under the banner of the tireless ArtHouse people.

After the play, we went over to the home of one of the cast members who was having a party, and it was this really intimidating, well-decorated duplex (they have hypoallergenic cats).  My favorite part of the house, however, was the alley out back.  It ran about a hundred yards with garages opening up along its length.  This may sound like an ordinary place, but I promise you that it was completely magical.  Looking at it, I knew with a complete certainty, that right behind the rather plain fronted, almost industrial facade, were a series of wonders behind each door, each one more fantastic then the next.  

I don't know the details as all the garage doors remained shut.  There are several possibilities.  One, of course, immediately thinks of treasure.  Where has all the Spanish gold disappeared to?  Where do pirates store their booty (I know, I know, the jokes really write themselves).  Another possibility, is that this alley is a gateway between worlds.  If you prefer more sinister options, think keys, and curiosity and wicked, bearded husbands with many previous and unaccounted-for wives.

All of this is really a fancy-shmancy way of introducing this blog.  As many of you may know, I recently quit the money-making day job, and I am being an artist in a more full-time kind of way.  I am no kind of journalist, or diarist, really.  I'll probably post every once and a while to share things I've seen or read or looked at.

I seem to be a little link happy, but I'm making a real effort to connect to places of interest, so please click away.  I do want this to be a modern digital version of a 17th century cabinet of curiosities.  A Pope's forefinger next to a piece of a unicorn's horn, and a lacquered watch fob next to the exoskeleton of an Egyptian beetle.

Enjoy and let me know what you think.  

I am certain, however,  it will be nothing compared to the wonders contained in an alley in Jersey City, behind rows upon rows of seemingly ordinary garage doors.