The Farce Entire

It was one of the shortest meetings in all of board history as the markedly un-diverse members pored over data and feedback most glowing, though containing spots of curiosities that once assayed turned into goal and action items before our very eyes as a sea of yellow 3x5 cards were neatly and uniformly skewered with a pin through center like so many specimens against boards covered with black velvet so as not to reflect the light, much of which was blocked by a great hulking gallery wall on wheels, nearly engulfing the south-facing glass block, usually illuminating as needed for quick and dark meetings of four hours or less, the last being rendered in something like four days among the usual suspects (development, faculty, finance and artistic pursuits) that bring pride, frugality and passion to show after show, but writing an essay without resorting to the kind of safe talk such a conservatory of sorts implies, imparts and inspires to greatness seen more often than not through strategic planning and outward bound foresight of two over-paid ladies facilitating the farce entire.