Chapter 12: The Missing Thing

Building 6 was smaller than I expected. I had walked past it dozens of times without going in, a low modern building set slightly back from the main path through campus, its entrance marked by a simple black sign and a pair of glass doors that reflected the grey evening. The gallery was on the ground floor — a single large room, maybe forty feet by thirty, the walls painted the particular shade of white that galleries use because it is the colour that disappears, that lets the work speak withou...