A Few Minutes in the Life of a Docent at the Gallery@CityHall.


In March of 2013 I was accepted as a docent at the Gallery@CityHall. Lee Broom.

(Visitor enters the gallery and begins asking questions about the photography. We exchange memories of our knowledge of various buildings.)

Visitor: Are you the resident docent?

Lee: I am.

Visitor: What does a docent do?

Lee: Dispenses information, asks questions, reads body language…

Visitor: Really! And my body language….What secrets does my body language reveal?

Lee: It tells me that you are a very inquisitive fellow and that you might be an architect.

Visitor: Not fair, we’ve been talking about buildings already.

Lee: So are you an architect?

Visitor: Not quite. I’m a mechanical engineer; I studied at ASU. Graduated in ’75.

The conversation lasts for several minutes and two more people enter the gallery. “Welcome to the Gallery@CityHall.”

“Phoenix Icons: The Art of our Historic Landmarks Exhibition”

‘Phoenix Icons: The Art of Our Historic Landmarks,’ features photographs of more than 30 historic Phoenix landmarks, by Patrick Madigan and Michael Lundgren.The exhibit is the second in a series of rotating exhibitions from the city’s historic Municipal Art Collection of 1,000 artworks.

The works in ‘Phoenix Icons’ were commissioned by the Phoenix Office of Arts and Culture Public Art Program. They include once private homes that have been transformed into public venues and once revered schools reborn as new places to learn. An old department store now houses a restaurant and a former auto showroom emerges as the face of a vibrant downtown park.

The Phoenix Arts and Culture Commission and the Historic Preservation Commission have partnered in this exhibition of photographs that feature views of Phoenix’ first century historic landmarks and portraits of our mid-century marvels, the distinctive architecture created after World War II.”


The Real Origins of The Hum.


Okay, so the story has already been done. We’ve read about The Hum, some of us have heard it and few of us really care. Or do we?

There was an era when the only time we were assailed with such info-trash was while standing in line, impatiently at the supermarket staring with nearly unanimous disapproval at gaudy, front page stories emblazoned across the front covers of smutty “news” papers. We have always known that the implied stories would not be what the cover wanted us to believe. One out of 100 shoppers would actually reach impatiently for a copy of the offensive journal but that was then. Now we are bombarded with fifty or so examples of the same tasteless torment every time we fire up the computer.

As for The Hum, I traveled hundreds of thousands of miles across America as a youngster and more than once I found myself near the huge, electronic monsters, marching across the land, delivering energy to all whose lives were being daily improved, starting each morning in every home in America with that first click of the switch. This motionless activity was always accompanied by The Hum.

As for Taos, in my Scottsdale Gallery Days, when business was slow in July and August, I closed the stores during the hottest of those weeks and conducted Cadillac Art Tours to Santé Fe and Taos. And yes I knew from whence came that mysterious humming sound. But I always played my audience. They decided what the myth of the month was to be about The Real Origins of The Hum.

Accept The Love and Pass It On


Yesterday there was a party honoring three of my friends for time in attendance while contributing to the welfare of a community of people for whom the absence of such help would be disastrous.

I did what I always do when invited to a party; I shopped for ingredients to make potato salad (I do it differently every time) , I tried to write a poem for each of the people being honored but succeeded only in blocking the path from whence these gifts come. Sometimes I get there, sometimes not. If I am not familiar with the terrain and can visualize no escape hatches I will probably not be in attendance.

And as it turned out I was not in attendance. Instead I feted these three in absentia, devouring the Potato Salad Perfecta Trifecta and paid tribute by quoting a poem from a previous celebration for others of our ilk.


To accept Love is to Be Healed.

Healing begins when Fear is vanquished.

Perhaps it is the other way around.

Fear returns to the shadows and birds begin to chirp.

Fear reveals itself at first light.

The Light of Love is felt with the decision to Accept.

Acceptance lights the Path.

The Path is Today.

This is the way,

To Heal;

To be Healed.

Love becomes the Lover.

And Fear becomes a fading memory.

by Lee Broom

How was it Done.


An email conversation between lee Broom and a photographer friend about an extrordinary flower photo.

PF:  Hey magical mystery mind! LOL

The past couple days, I can’t seem to pull myself away from the computer. Feeling guilty cuz the weather is just so-darn-nice! So many things to look up and learn about!!! Looking for a Photoshop technique that will teach how to do this. Really like the pastel painterly effect.


Lee: HERE’S my guess; the image is really the same image twice. The background is a close-up of the zinnia or whatever it is and has been blurred to disguise the distortion of separating pixels. The closer image is then overlaid atop the fuzzy close-up. The complimentary colors in the background are the opposite of those in front, so perhaps the background is a negative image.

The lack of tech knowledge forces me to use my often flawed imagination. Whaddaya think?

PS: I am typing with my right middle finger while eating sour dough bread and an avocado and a fresh hothouse tomato. Beautiful image.

PF: Wow! You are great at figuring this out! You should be doing Photoshop!!!

I was kind of thinking in the same direction. Without spending a zillion hours to tweak this, was looking for the ‘recipe’ of directions to do this.

Was your photo below taken at the City Hall Gallery? Are those photos or paintings??


Your sandwich sounds delish… I’m hungry.

Lee:  The current show is photography.

Phoenix Icons: The Art of Our Historic Landmarks,’ features photographs of more than 30 historic Phoenix landmarks, by Patrick Madigan and Michael Lundgren.The exhibit is the second in a series of rotating exhibitions from the city’s historic Municipal Art Collection of 1,000 artworks.”
I’ll send you a book of printed images from the show.