I accidentally discovered this little hole-in-the-wall gallery, with a few wrong turns and an uncanny curiosity. Having never been to the small city of Altoona, which also has the closest Pier One store to me - ahem- I decided to explore... that and the design-less configuration of intersections and exits led me straight into Downtown Altoona. And turning the corner, I see the long blue banners attached to street posts, the words "Art Museum" flapping in the breeze.
Entering the vestibule, there were two wings on either side, each holding a different exhibition. To the left was the red and black splattered acrylic paintings of Ben Jones. I followed the captivating display of works as it stretched down a ramp to what looked [and smelled] like a renovated basement of gray tiles and cabled banisters.
Jones' work itself fascinated me, the bold red colors, the quizzical circular pattern resembling a target reappearing on a majority of the canvases, and some so thick with paint it seemed to weave in and out like snakes. It's like a much more angry Jackson Pollock with a mystical vision. The soul reaching enlightenment, but in the opposite direction.

Anyway, over to the right wing of the museum I opened the intimidating silver doors that led into a pitch black room. As I entered the motion censored track lights clicked on revealing the beautiful pictures of three photographers who traveled to Cuba. And I loved them as each one captured the heart and soul of a country and its inhabitants, as well as the biggest cigars I've ever seen.
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