Tantilizing day. I sweated over a leaning tower of paperwork as I sat wrapped cocoon like in a comforter anxious because I was meeting Whitney downtown. We found ourselves at City Art, upscale unstated center of attention gallery showcasing everything from gesture drawings to gesso oils. Before climbing the stairs to the showroom, we strolled past ink-stocked shelves, thumbed over butterfly wing like papers, dipped our curiosity into acrylic samples and positioned mannequins in provocative poses. Ah, art store beauty. Climbing the stairs, a creak with each step (originally a rice factory) I was surprised to see Alex Powers work displayed in remotely every corner. One in particular "How Do You See This Eighteenth Century House?"- of a historical Camden home in the background, two men in the foreground above each laundrylisted thought bubbles; an African American viewed the house as " prison, rape, oppression, subjegation, way of the past" whereas a Colonel-Sanders figure saw it as "founding fathers, opportunity, heritage, future." Art and politics are inseparable. Propaganda you say? Maybe. But atleast it gets people thinking. As we walked Gervais Street, the succulent smell of Marble Slab beckoned us; we followed. Over ice cream we spilled about governors school prom, college plans, and ART bar. At guvie, Art History AP is a graduation requirement; I should have jumped on the bandwagon last year. She recommended I call her teacher who knows local professors who could supervise an independent study.