Hanging out on a Friday night At the Artists Gallery— Walls come alive with color and light, A vibe for all to see. At VBAC, the Artists Gallery, Yeah, it’s the place to be— Energy high, the art runs wild, That’s no mystery. Connie’s surfboard painting’s got a roar, You swear you hear the ocean Crashing on the shore. Susan’s work will take you up a creek, And Fred’s bold sculptures Feels tongue-in-cheek. There’s jewelry, mosaics, Photography— Turn a corner, find Something new to see At the VBAC Artists Gallery. There’s Margaret, Vinnie, Guiding us all, And Maggie hanging visions Up on the wall. Dick Rawls bringing soul, Yeah, all that jazz— This place is humming, Ain’t nothing like that. Check out Campbell’s Plein air Pastels, and Werby has scarf’s galore Don’t miss Stephanie back in pottery Where David’ s ceramics .. have all gone bad There’s Vanessa… she’s a class act Boy, we all know that’s natural fact So hang out with us, Where the art runs free— You can take a class At the Artists Gallery, Hang out, hang out and you’ll agree— The Artists Gallery’s the place to be. Hanging out… Hanging out… VBAC. The Artists Gallery
