gather you into its full declaration of intent. Where Eugene's corridor drew you forward through compressed warmth, the Evansville gallery releases that stored energy into a volume that feels almost civic in its generosity—ceilings lifting, the concrete floor giving way to honed limestone that catches light from a clerestory band running the entire north wall, transforming the passage into something closer to a pavilion than a hallway. This is the estate speaking in its most confident register, the kind of spatial extravagance that neighborhoods along this stretch of Prospect have learned to expect from properties that treat architecture as cultural statement rather than mere shelter. The limestone continues its cool, luminous path toward the gallery's far edge, where a subtle change in ceiling height signals the transition into what the Fairfield wing will reveal as