Preparing to play Bitzalel Friedemann, I grew my beard. Besides a methodical tour, Bitzalel hung Mezuzahs, koshered the museum, and sang Shabbat Kiddush. The audience was informed that the world Jewry would be moving to Nebraska, where they would use the “Art Temple” as their new religious Temple. Jews would even have an “option to buy” the building in their leasing agreement. As the tour finished in the empty gallery, I turned back into Charley being surrounded by home furniture, my wife, and daughter. Effectively, the museum was de-sanitized from art to religious sanctuary to home and finally to a gathering where the audience danced through the modernist museum eating a freshly cooked chicken.
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