Tucked away on 308 Second Ave. SE is a trove of unique, timeless pieces. When you first walk in you are greeted with a warm smile that sends you on your architectural exploration.
If you take the path to the right you will pass pedestals. Lions on mantel pieces silently roar while the chandeliers glisten down at you. As you see yourself in its pendalogues and nearby vanities, you feel as if you’re seeing yourself for the first time. There is a stained glass window that, you assume, belonged to a forgotten church. The palette reminds you of paint on a brush as you introduce it to water.
A cooler holds glass bottle beverages waiting to be sipped, but you continue on. Up the grand stairs are abandoned rooms with faded paint exposing wood. The colorful tones swell against the lighter parts that were stolen by the sun. Your weight causes the wooden floors to creak. You consider how many before you have stepped here prior to it being filled with art and before the top of the staircase was lined with trinkets. You gaze at the city from shutterless windows and wonder what it looked like long ago.
Downstairs you go through two double doors and down a few steps. A grassy area awaits there that is home to an old, rusty bike. There is pristine artwork illuminating the nearby buildings that enclose you and, for a moment, you feel as though you’ve stepped into another realm.
You climb the metal stairs to a room full of doors. Not one is the same as the other. As you venture on there is the smell of wood from within the workshop that holds within it an artisan. You pass church windows and intricacies in surplus. Grand windows with cracked, weathered wood rest on lovely archway doors detailed in flowers. A wall made of old doors welcomes you to the next room. Each piece holds within it a story and the overwhelming desire to know its beginning and end.
