A Rothick Art Haus sonnet celebrating the intimate art gallery owned/operated and ingeniously curated by husband-and-wife team Nick Rothweiler and Kelly Castillo. Ahem:

Where has all the art gone on Sat. and Sun.?
It has gone to the home of the woman
With the turquoise hairdo not in a bun
And the guy who looks like he's in a band.

Okay, fuck iambic pentameter.

A Rothick Art Haus poem celebrating the intimate art gallery owned/operated and ingeniously curated by husband-and-wife team Nick Rothweiler and Kelly Castillo. Ahem:

I saw the most diverse art by local artists displayed with grace, simple uncensored naked,
hanging from the white walls awaiting a hip, hungry patron with burning taste,
Arts commissioner Kelly running Dr. Sketchy's anti-art schoolto fund the space through slow times.

Too Allen Ginsberg-y.

A Rothick Art Haus haiku celebrating the intimate art gallery owned/operated and ingeniously curated by husband-and-wife team Nick Rothweiler and Kelly Castillo. Ahem:

Nick and Kel soul mates
Doing what they love and
Doing it so well.

Yoosh. That sucked. And was a syllable off.

A Rothick Art Haus bumper sticker celebrating the intimate art gallery owned/operated and ingeniously curated by husband-and-wife team Nick Rothweiler and Kelly Castillo. Ahem:

"My kick-ass gallery beat up your honor student."