No, it's not a Jules Olitski or an Ellsworth Kelly. This Black Hole is located on the bedroom ceiling, directly over our bed. Ostensibly, it's a skylight that suffered a minor crack, but believe me, it could be anything. I posit that it is a portal to another dimension, where there exists a parallel BobnRita Universe awaiting the night that we weightlessly ascend and begin new lives as famous successful artists with Rod Serling as the gallery director. In the meantime, there's too much snow to want to remove the insulation and explore. We'll check back on this one come spring.
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