Ib the anime 9th chapter

Ib the anime~~~9th Chapter

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Ib and Mary finally got out of the long narrow hallway and found themselves in a very large room with lots of little rooms attached it seemed. Ib frowned noticing the bright red smoke filling the nearby corridor. Mary frowned “That looks dangerous.” Ib nodded she looked around at the doors wondering which to pick. She saw a painting to her left that caught her eye. She approached it. Mary stayed silent letting her read the title. “Fisherman” Ib looked up at the painting it appeared to be a river and a shore with a bright blue sky but no sign of the fisherman. Mary frowned “No one is there though, what a strange name.” Ib nodded and went to the nearby door she found it locked. Mary pointed to the door behind them near the red smoke “Let’s try that one Ib.” Mary stated. Ib gave a nod and started for it.

They entered the room and found three mannequin heads resting on some counters as well as a simple painting. Mary hurried to it “I’ll read this one.” She smiled “Lady without her umbrella” She looked to it then to Ib “I bet she is really pretty. Don’t you think so?” Ib looked the painting over. It was silhouette of an older woman maybe someone around her mother’s age, the painting seemed off almost though. “She probably does” Ib agreed. She started to walk around. She noticed a key and picked it up. Mary started to look around as well she walked over to a mannequin head. “What are you looking at?” Mary said to the mannequin head then started to touch it. Ib frowned and walked over “Be careful Mary.” Ib got closer she thought she could see something underneath when Mary began to tilt it. “Take it off please. I think there is something under it.” Ib said. Mary looked to her a bit surprised “Huh? Take it off? What if it breaks?” She frowned “and it’s so heavy.” Ib shook her head “It’s ok just be careful.” Mary frowned but nodded “Ok if you are so sure then I will.” Mary tried to lift it but it slipped from her hands. Ib hurried out of the way.

The mannequin head cracked against the floor bloody tears streamed from its eyes. Ib and Mary stared in a bit of awed horror as cracks formed in the floor. A horrible red smoke much like the one outside started to billow up. Mary cried out “Look Ib! There are cracks in the floor!” Ib grabbed Mary’s hand. Mary looked to her worriedly “and there is weird smoke coming out of them.” Ib nodded and pulled on Mary’s hand. She hurried out the door with her. “Let’s go.” They ran out together. Ib closed the door tight. She sighed “I don’t think we can go back in.” Mary nodded “You’re right….well..Let’s look around here.” Ib nodded. She slowly relaxed now that they were out of that room.

Ib and Mary began to walk around. Ib noticed a painting of lips on the wall at the top of the room “Tattletale.” Ib frowned “I met a pair of lips like these before…it helped me but didn’t seem like it was really that friendly.” Ib stated. Mary shook her head “I don’t know I think these lips might be nice if you are nice to them.” She smiled. Ib gave a slow nod then started off again. Mary followed closely. “My turn my turn!” She read the next painting it looked like it was a string on a gray canvas. Mary read the title “Heavenly thread.”  She smiled. Ib titled her head. She found it quite odd, very simple almost too simple.  Ib looked to the nearby door she opened it a little and peeked inside. Mary peeked in as well “What’s with this place?” She stepped inside. Ib’s eyes widened as Mary’s bright yellow hair and dark green dress seemed to turn gray. Ib slowly looked around the room and then looked to herself as well seeing that her red skirt was drained of color. Mary spun around. “There’s no color here!” Ib nodded. She looked around seeing a huge dark pit like gap in front of them a key was resting on a table on the other side. “We must have to find a way to get that.” Ib stated. Mary pointed to a canvas and a floating pallet and brush nearby “What’s that?!”

Ib looked it over “There’s a painting of a rainbow on this canvas…I think” Ib said. She crossed her arms “It almost seems like someone is here….I’ve felt this way for all the canvases I’ve seen so far.” Mary perked up “Really?” Ib nodded. She started out of the room now. She couldn’t help but remember the odd book she had read before with Garry. Gurenta’s Diary, he said something strange about trying to become something more through his art…or something like that. She shook her head and focused. Finally they reached the bottom of the main room. Ib read the tile of a nearby painting “Selfless guard.” Mary frowned “What is it?” She couldn’t seem to tell. Ib looked over the strange white figure on the black canvas. “It looks sort of like lightning.” Ib stated then looked it over a bit more closely “It sort of looks like a person falling over though. Maybe the guard got hurt protecting someone they loved.” She stated. Mary shrugged then pointed to the door “There is something here.”

Ib walked over and looked.”What’s this…can we put in a name?” Mary asked getting closer. On the door was a tiny picture. The tiny picture seemed to be a painting not in this room. Ib read the names over then noticed one she had not seen before “Marvelous Night.” She looked at the tiny painting. It was very beautiful. “That must be it.” She pressed the button near the name. The door unlocked. Mary smiled “You are really smart Ib.” Ib smiled just a little then went inside. The room had a few book cases. Ib and Mary began to look through them.

Ib noticed an oddly titled book “A Girl’s Last Days” She began to read through the book quietly to herself. “Once upon a time, there was a little girl. The girl went with her parents to an art gallery. But all of a sudden, the girl realized that she was lost...She searched through the dim gallery, but found neither her parents nor the exit. Scared, helpless, lonely, hungry, and thirsty she fell and hurt herself putting her body past the limit.” The last page has an illustration of a collapsed girl. Ib was trying to get a better look at the book when Mary took it “What are you reading?” Ib frowned. Mary read a little then quickly reshelfed the book. “You shouldn’t be reading something so sad. Come on there must be something important in here” She led Ib to the other side where she had been looking “See anything interesting here Ib?” Ib read over some titles she noticed a book that seemed important.

"Collected work's of Guertena. There might be more puzzles like the one we saw on the door. We should read this one." Mary seemed a little nervous "Really?" Ib nodded "It's for the best." She began to look it over. It contained paintings by Guertena in alphabetical order. Most of the book appeared too worn out though. Ib shook her head "There is only a few that are left." Mary relaxed "Really? That's too bad" She got closer now to see what Ib was reading.

In the part L of the book there was a picture of "The Lady in Red" It listed the date (6210). Mary read the writing about the painting "It was said that he based this on a lover he had at the time but he denied this claim." Mary frowned "Ew." She kept reading "In truth, Guertena based it around the....What’s that word Ib?" Ib shrugged. Mary frowned and kept reading "...women who attempted to court him for his inheritance." Mary titled her head "What is inheritance?" She looked to Ib. Ib started to flip through the book for the next readable page "My Dad said it is the money people make over their lifetime. Sometimes when older people pass away their family fights over it. A lot of the stories my dad reads have this happen in it. My mom says it's because it's easy to let the mystery parts of the stories happen." Mary nodded rather amazed.

Ib found another page that had something they could read on it in the G section. Ib started to read this time “The…umm” She sighed and skipped the word “The…Fish. (6235) Despite being gray scale, this curious piece makes clever use of shading and angles to give the impression of color. The..." She paused and skipped another word "Depiction of even the...." she sighed skipping yet another word "evokes a wide variety of emotions in people." Mary frowned “You didn’t know those words?” Ib nodded “I haven’t seen them before.” Ib frowned she felt that Garry likely would have known what they were. She started to flip through again until she stopped on the last legible page in the J section.

Mary smiled “My turn!” Ib gave a nod and let Mary read. "Juggling (6223) A work based on a juggler he saw at the circus with his grandchild. As it is extremely rare for Guertena to use real people as models, this piece is highly valuable.” Mary frowned “People buy paintings?” Ib nodded “My parents have friends who do that a lot. My parents only get…prints; they are sort of like copies of pictures of the paintings.” Mary shook her head “Buying paintings seems wrong. What if the person doesn’t take care of them?” Ib frowned “Most people buy them because they like them” She put the book back on the shelf “My parent’s friends take good care of the paintings they buy they want everyone to see them.” Mary shook her head “That still doesn’t seem right.” Ib looked away, she wasn’t sure what else to say.

That was when Ib noticed the hole on the wall nearby it looked like a key hole. Ib got closer “What’s this?” Mary watched “A peep hole?” Ib shook her head. She remembered the odd key she had found in the mannequin head room with the red gas. She took out the key and put it into the hole then turned it feeling it unlock something. Mary was silent. Ib tried to get the key back out but it was stuck now “…I wonder if that unlocked something out here?” Mary shrugged “Let’s go see.”

Meanwhile Garry was pushing the blue pyramid statue into the slot in the floor. It fell in, Garry caught his breath “That was heavy; I’m surprised the girls were able to push it.” He heard the door unlock “Finally. Hopefully this will get me to the girls.” He started for the door.  He paused a moment he thought he heard a noise, like something was gripping a wall and chattering it’s teeth. Garry shook his head “Just noises…” He told himself. As Garry entered through the door he found himself in a long purple hallway “Hmm..” He tensed seeing what was before him. He walked down the hall to it. “What is this doing here?” He sneered; one of the disturbing dolls was on the floor. Garry glanced to the wet paint on the wall nearby and read it. “Hello there Garry. I don’t like being alone. Take me with you…” Garry frowned “As if…” He shook his head and started down the hall. Garry glanced back and saw it was gone. He tensed and faced forward, the doll was now just a few feet in front of him. Garry frowned and took in a breath “It’s just a doll…” He muttered to himself he slowly walked to it and saw another message “Hey, why aren’t you taking me?” Garry shook his head “Because you’re creepy.” He huffed then started off again.

Garry shook his head “It must be some trick. It….” Garry had rounded a corner and froze in place the doll was there again with another message. Garry cautiously approached it “Why are you ignoring me? Do you hate me?” Garry glanced down at the dolls horrible red eyes. He put his hand to his head “Yes.” He started off again walking much faster now. “Don’t look back don’t look back…” He blinked and slowly gazed behind him. He suddenly tripped. He stumbled but managed to catch himself. He caught his breath the surprise caught him off guard “W..what?!” He saw the doll at his feet, he had tripped over it. He glanced at the message “Hey. Play with me! I know lots of fun things we can do…” Garry started to run now he rounded the corner and saw the doll there again he didn’t stop he just read the message as he ran by “I’ve got lots of friends to…I’ll introduce you!” Garry continued to run hoping that if he kept his eyes forward that it wouldn’t follow but as he blinked his eyes he saw it ahead of him once more. Another message “Be here forever!” Garry rounded the final corner and found the doll blocking the door out of the long hallway.

He stopped and caught his breath. “How are you doing this!?” He leaned against the wall and covered his eyes rubbing them “Calm down…calm down….how are you going to help those girls if you get so worked up…” He let his hand slide down his face a small look of anger replacing the fearful look. He approached the doll “How long are you going to follow me?” He huffed. He shook his head “Talking to a doll…” He muttered. Garry clenched his fists “Enough of this! I don’t have the time to be your buddy!” He felt his legs tense up he was going to kick it but stopped. He remembered how Ib had stopped him before. He let out a breath and used his foot to sweep it out of the way gently. “It would be best not to get involved here…” He stated to himself. Ib had been nice to some of the odd gallery things and they seemed to have responded kindly as well. He could only hope that he would experience the same thing now. He tried the door but found it locked “What…” He saw some paint drip down the wall nearby, his eye widened “T A K E M E” It read. Garry tensed feeling the door unlocked. He slowly opened the door and started inside leaving the doll behind.

He found himself in a large purple room. He slowly walked around noting the door at the front. He saw a painting and looked it over. It felt a bit strange now to read them without Ib. The painting was of an extreme close up of an eye with a bright red background “Worry…” Garry shook his head “I can’t say I feel how this painting looks but I can see what it is trying to go for.” Garry told himself. He sighed and looked to the next painting. He noticed it moving a man in a bright polka dot suit was juggling brightly colored balls “Juggling” Garry watched the painting rather mesmerized. He never thought he would see a painting move before, and even with all that had happened so far ones like these were rather beautiful to him. Garry shook his head “I have to focus…” he glanced down at the title again he noticed next to the name there seemed to be a blank spot like a date should go there. He shrugged and started off again to see what else was here. He noticed a blue watery looking canvas on the wall next to the door and behind the two other paintings. He read the title “Fishing Hook.” He tilted his head wondering where the hook was supposed to be.

He slowly moved away and toward another two paintings between two doors. It was beautiful, a night sky with bright white stars. He read the title “Marvelous Night.” He smiled a little. He wished Ib was here to see this one.  He tried to open the door to the right that had a large tree emblem above it but found it locked. He shrugged and continued on. He looked to the next painting. It was a bunch of strange red lines on white canvas “Depths” he admired the brush strokes on the canvas, it was simple but a bit intense. He sighed “Nothing much else here it seems.” He sighed “I suppose I should try some of these other doors.” He looked to the door nearest to him and then glanced back. His heart nearly leaped out of his chest. The disturbing doll was propped up against the wall another message above it. He bit his lip a little and read the message. “I will always be with you. My home is just nearby…” Garry took in a breath and let it out “No…no…no.” He simply said and tried the door nearby. He entered the room and was relieved to see it didn’t have a doll inside. He looked around though a bit amazed. Several pillars were arranged before him, on the wall high up was a pallet with paint on it, black, white, red, blue, green, yellow, pink and purple. He glanced to the area below it and noticed a paper. He got close and started to read it over. “Collect the seven balls of paint. Then the room will be colored and your bridge will be made.

Garry’s eye widen “A room with no color…perhaps that is something Ib might have seen…and a bridge. This must be how we can meet up again.” He sighed “The other rooms must hold the colors I need. I can only hope that if Ib must do something that she sees a message like this as well.” He started out quickly hoping to find the paint. Garry went out and started to look over the other rooms again. He started toward the front to the first room he had seen coming in and found a yellow paint ball on the floor nearby “What’s this?” he crouched and reached out and poke it. “It’s soft but it feels fragile like I could break it.” He tried to pick it up the ball of paint vanished letting out a small chime. Garry tensed he saw a bit of yellow paint drip off his hand “What…I…well..i guess it must be where I needs to be…hopefully.” He sighed then checked the door of the room nearby. The door was locked and the doorknob felt oddly cold. He sighed and continued on to the room near the two paintings he had seen earlier.

He paused though and noticed next to the Juggling painting’s name was a date “6223….that wasn’t there before…did Ib have something to do with this?” he said out loud to himself. He decided to ignore it for now he had to see if there were other paint balls here. He stepped into the room and tensed “What’s with this room?” The room was filled with a strange red smoke. He began to cough. “I don’t want to stay in here long.” He narrowed his eye coughing hard as he tried to see. He saw something nearby and ran to grab it then quickly came out of the room and caught his breath. He coughed a bit more and saw what he had gotten out of there “A red umbrella…..there has to be more than just this in there.”

He sighed. He felt kind of terrible he looked to his rose and saw he had lost 4 petals from his ordeal. He closed his eyes trying to make sense of what he saw through the smoke. Something was on the far end of the room in front of him when he entered, it looked like a vase. Off to the side he thought he saw something hanging like a rope. Garry cleared his throat, his chest still hurt a little from the gas “Maybe the rope shuts off the gas…if this is down here it might be leading up to…I wouldn’t want this to hurt Ib.” He sighed “I can’t risk that vase being empty though…hopefully I can find some way to be sure that it has water in it.” He shook his head. He couldn’t bother with dwelling on this much longer. He started off again umbrella in hand. He paused and noticed the painting he had seen earlier the hook was hanging down now as if a fisherman had finally started his day. Garry looked at how far it was hanging down though it was coming out of the canvas and nearly touching the floor “…What’s up with this..It’s coming out of the painting…” Garry reached out the handle of the umbrella and poked the hook. The umbrella handle got caught on the hook the launched up into the painting and out of sight leaving the canvas a watery blue once more. Garry tensed “Wait wait!” he sighed “I hope I didn’t need that…”

Mary and Ib were looking around outside when Ib spotted the fisherman painting. Her eyes widened “He’s here” She saw the object the fisherman had caught protruding from the canvas it looked like a bright red umbrella. Mary called out “Hey look Ib he caught something!” Ib nodded they got closer and the stick figure fisherman moved releasing his catch and giving it to the girls. Mary took it and smiled “It matches you Ib.” She giggled. Ib stared at it. She touched it but frowned, like many of the other things she had touched from the paintings it felt fake. She wondered why it was here, why the fisherman might have given it to them. Her eyes widened again as she recalled the painting in the nearby room “The umbrella, it’s the missing umbrella.” Mary tilted her head but she smiled and nodded “You’re right, the lady will be so happy that you found it.” Ib gave a nod, she wasn’t sure if the painting lady would be happy since she was just a painting but she’d want something lost returned to her, so maybe the painting lady would be happy.

The girls headed back for the room, Ib carefully opened the door remembering the dangerous red smoke they had seen come up through the floor. Ib peeked in and saw it was mostly around the cracks and fortunately hadn’t spread to the rest of the room. She stepped inside, Mary was right on her heels, and together they went over to the painting. Ib looked up at the painting lady and tossed the umbrella to her. The lady in the painting caught it and though her face could not be seen because of how she was painted; Ib felt she could see a smile. The painting lady opened the umbrella and placed it over her shoulder then went still again. Ib felt little droplets fall upon her. Mary gasped and looked up at the pitch black ceiling “Look Ib it’s raining!” Ib held out her hands along with Mary feeling the cold drops of water catch in her hands. Mary smiled “It’s pretty isn’t it?” Ib nodded she stared up at the ceiling wondering what this was supposed to do. She glanced to the hole they had created as Mary danced around a bit in the rain laughing. “Maybe this is meant to help Garry, maybe he was the one who gave the fisherman the umbrella.” Ib thought. She started back out now she didn’t want to accidently catch a cold from being wet “We should look around more, I think Garry is helping us.” Mary frowned and followed “I think the paintings are being more helpful.” She sighed.

Back down below Garry was standing before the vase near the door with the large tree on it. He dipped his blue rose into the vase and watched it glow he felt his chest become lighter, the pain was finally gone. He let out a breath and looked at the rose once more, all ten petals had returned. “That’s better.” He glanced to the tree door again “This didn’t work earlier…could that date go here?” He looked around the knob but didn’t find any place to enter numbers, no key hole either. “Am I just not allowed to go inside?” he wondered. He turned the knob again just to make sure it was really locked and found it opened. He stared in surprised as he pushed the door in “…I was sure this was locked earlier….maybe Ib…” he shook his head “I can’t dwell on that too much now. I need to get back to her and Mary.” He stepped inside and saw this room appeared to be like a study, there were rows of book cases, particularly there were three book cases that seemed to be blocking a path. Garry glanced to them then the sign in front of him. “What’s this?” He read the sign “No checking out any books” He frowned “How odd…”

Garry approached the book cases now and started to look around them peeking over to see what they were hiding. His eye widened when he spotted a pink paint ball hidden behind them. “What..I need that.” He started to push on the book cases from the front, from the sides but they wouldn’t budge. He groaned “Something is holding them here.” He huffed “I guess there isn’t much else to do now but see if perhaps there is some answers in these books…” He started to browse the shelves hoping to find something helpful. He found a book titled ‘Theories of the World.’ Garry flipped to a page that appeared to be bookmarked “More valuable then sharing existence is making fantasies a reality…” he sighed “I’m not sure what that means….I was never really that good with this sort of thing.” He put the book back on the shelf. He continued to look around the books then found another one that seemed to be book marked. “Conquer the unknown and know no fear.” He tilted his head then sighed and put the book back in the shelf. “Nothing useful yet…” he started to the last row of book cases near an odd painting of an eye.

He found another book; the title caught his attention "Terror" He flipped to a page inside. "Being alone is fearful. A group of two can have relief. A group of three..." Garry frowned and ran his finger over the tear "Wonder why someone would do that..." Garry stared at the book then put it back on the shelf "I hope Ib and Mary are ok." He shook his head and continued to look around. "Well, as long as there are two of them. I guess..." He glanced to the painting of the eye and stared at it. "Enlightenment." he shrugged then glanced to the last shelf. “The Essentials of color.” He read the title of this book and took it off the shelf. “I think I remember reading something like this in school.” He flipped to a page on the color green then tensed as a green paint ball popped out. “Hm….” He gave a faint smile “I guess I found another one at least.” He reached out and touched it letting it vanish like the others.  Garry shook off the green paint “My hand is going to look like a canvas at the end of this.” As Garry was putting the book back on the shelf he began to hear the sound of running water. “What’s that?”

He stepped out of the Tree room and started out following the sound “Is it coming from that room?” Garry got close to the room that was filled with red gas. He put his ear against the door and listened. He could hear the sound of rain falling inside. “It is…” he smiled faintly “Ib…that umbrella it must’ve helped her do something.” He got serious now. He took in a few breaths “I just need to make it to the vase then to that rope. Hopefully that rope is what will stop that gas…if I’m wrong the vase should have enough water to let me escape though.” He clenched his fists, he was rather scared but he wanted to be brave. “Ok…let’s go!” He rushed inside feeling the sting from the red gas again. He coughed and coughed but managed to reach the vase. His rose healed but now he had to run to the rope. He felt the pain return just as quickly as it left. He reached the rope his rose nearly completely wilted as he gave the rope a hard tug. The gas stopped and dissipated. Garry coughed and caught his breath a bit of blood seeped out from his lips. He had only one petals left. “There...that wasn’t so hard.” He gave a weak smile to himself and coughed again. He dragged himself back to the vase and placed the rose inside.

He felt his body heal once more, he cleared the blood away from his lips and opened his eyes “…that was close…Ib…Ib won’t need to know that happened…” He stared up at the cracks in the ceiling as bits of water dripped down “Hopefully turning off this horrible stuff helped her to..” He cleared his throat and looked around he caught sight of another ball of paint, a purple one “There!” he reached over and touched it. The paint ball vanished as a bit of purple paint dripped off Garry’s hand. He shook his head “I’ve got to be careful about taking risks like that again…” He looked to his rose “Ib would be rather sore if I lost this again…especially after I lectured her about it.”

As Garry stepped outside once more he heard someone speak “Hey you there, You there!” Garry tensed and looked around he realized now it was the Juggler in the painting. “M…me?” The Juggler laughed “Yes you sir. I have something for you if you can answer a question.” Garry slowly approached the painting “Um…sure…What’s your question?” the Juggler continued to toss the balls in the air with ease “What year was I born?” Garry frowned “What year were you born? How am I suppose to….” His eye widened “That date...” he looked to the title of the painting but found the date was missing once more. He paused now closing his eyes tight straining to remember “umm..6…2…2..3” He opened his eyes now rather excited “6223!” The Jugglar laughed “CORRECT!” He causally tossed one of the balls he was juggling out onto the floor near Garry. Garry reached over to touch it. “Blue. Only a three more.” The ball vanished as blue paint dripped from his hand. He shook it off and smiled then slowly frowned “That pink one is still trapped though.” He sighed “Maybe I can try standing on some of the books and climb over….I mean there isn’t much else for me to try.” he started off once again back to the tree room.

On the way back to the Tree room Garry froze dead in his tracks. Right before him, once again, was that disturbing doll, a new message painted above it. Garry grimaced and slowly approached it “You again…” He read over the message “Hey…what are you doing? I wanna to play to.” Garry shuddered “We aren’t playing…” He tensed as he felt a slight shake in the ground as well as the loud sound of something heavy being scrapped across the floor nearby. Garry looked around “What was that?!” He looked to the tree emblem above the door and noticed there were apples on the tree now. He slowly approached the door “Could it be…” he looked inside and saw the book cases that once blocked the path were now together and out of the way. “….what…” he shook his head “Don’t ask questions.” He sighed and started over to the pink ball “Finally I got this one.” He touched the ball it vanished leaving pink paint on his hand. He shook it off “I’m glad that is done with.” He glanced to the strange painting of an ear nearby “Strained ear…ugh..” He glanced over the shelves a book caught his eye.

"Collected works of Guertena" The book was part of a collection of paintings Guertena had done in alphabetical order. "Hmm..I wonder if there is anything useful in here." He started at S. "'Serpent's spirit' (6248) Beginning with this piece, Guertena began his focus on abstract art. But at the time, cubism was more popular, leaving Guertena's various abstract works largely ignored." Garry frowned "That must've been distressing for him." he continued on to the next part. H "The Hanged Man' (6219) Guertena painted this as a page filler while working for a magazine. Once this illustration became renowned, it was sold for a limited time as an actual tarot card using the picture. Presently, it is nearly impossible for one to find the tarot card." Garry tilted his head "This one seems familiar..." he shook his head and got to the last section, M. "Mary...no year is listed..." Garry frowned he felt his stomach knot a little "The last work of Guertena's life...." Garry took in a breath and let it out slowly "While the girl appears almost lifelike, naturally, she is not based on a real person. Garry slowly turned the page over he dropped the book a look of horror on his face “Mary!” The picture of the painting was none other than Mary. A beautiful yellow rose bordered her in the painting. She stood in the center that cheerful smile on her face. “She isn’t real….” Garry mumbled. “She’s with Ib…and she is just another one of these gallery creatures…”