My husband and I are greeted with gourmet ale and gorgeous artworks on the walls as we enter the gallery in Hidden Springs Aleworks on North Franklin Street in Tampa for the reception on Saturday night (9-23-17) for my “Gecko Art” and other art curated by the artists I’m hooked up with, Funky As A Monkey Studios.
This is an art gallery within an ale hall. Tim Gibbons and Jayne Lisbeth of Funky As A Monkey picked a “kewl” place for the opening reception of the exhibit “ARTISTS STORIES ON CANVAS AND IN WORDS.”
Behind the bar, two young men are busy drawing beers for people here for the art reception as well as unrelated customers; the place is packed. The walls are covered with paintings and mixed media artworks. The art is of good quality, things I wouldn’t mind hanging in my home.
I have five pieces of my “Gecko Art” photos in this gallery showing. My tropically-colored works framed in black are on the front wall under five silver sculptured and decorated torso art done by artist Eileen Goldenberg. The combination works.
We join our four friends from Polk State College who’ve come from Lakeland for the opening. We appreciate their support! We explore, discovering that the art gallery also covers the walls of the adjacent hallway.
(If you’re interested in more information about my photo art, go to the Menu at the top of this page and click on My Photos.”)
In the days and weeks after the reception, my enthusiasm for photography and for geckos is revitalized.
I love to come home from work in the afternoon and admire and photo “my” geckos lolling in the sun. They’re such gentle, shy, harmless creatures. Their tails are longer than their bodies. They come in different colors, from almost white to olive green to almost black. They’re more graceful than gymnasts.
I don’t want to tame these wild geckos. Or feed them. Or pet them. Or put them in a terrarium. I want take their photos because they’re beautiful, but not disturb their lives.
Our three dogs don’t hunt geckos like I know some dogs do. York (our pure-bred black Lab, age 8), Savane (our senior citizen Spaniel mix, age 14), and Cookie (our Chi-Spaniel rescue dog, age 2), don’t chase or bother geckos in any way. Good dogs!
Three times recently a gecko has been hiding in the house and has jumped out at me. A dark gecko hopped on my bedside table. I grabbed a tissue out of a nearby box. It froze. I gently grabbed it by the tissue, closed it loosely in my fist, and quickly let it go outside the front door. It scampered off on the porch.
I did the same with gecko #2, which appeared in our second bedroom near a ficus tree. This #2 gecko was almost albino white. I wondered if it had been in the house since the hurricane, almost two weeks. Poor thing.
A third gecko jumped out at me when I was sweeping the floor in the corner of the living room. I didn’t catch it the first time. It hid in the sofa cushions. But an hour later when I was still cleaning, I got it and set it free on the porch unharmed.
Did I mention that for the hurricane, we brought all our porch plants inside the house? That included three tall ficus trees and a monster fern. The geckos must’ve been in the plants. I hope these three geckos are all of them!
One thing my husband said about geckos struck home: “The geckos’ natural enemy is snakes. We have so many geckos, we can’t have a lot of snakes.” And it’s true. Although we live in a semi-rural area, I haven’t seen a snake in quite some time. Let’s keep it that way!