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People from Ellensburg and beyond came to see the grand opening tour. Two gentlemen from Selah were smiling and enjoying the art and said they are the fathers of Emily and Lee, the owners of Fortuity Cellars.

One of them, Loyd Fergestrom, said, “[Oostra] got a lot of creativity and thought, it’s beautiful how she has the words to describe what she wants to portray.”

Oostra said she is excited to be part of the community, especially after the trying few years the world has gone through.

“I did wrestle with it for a little bit, I didn’t know if that was where I wanted to go, but I quit my corporate job and all that, Oostra said. “It’s all very fresh and new, and it’s fun.”

Oostra said that anyone can purchase art from the community wall as well, and all proceeds go to their ‘cause of the quarter,’ which is currently Skookum Kids, a local emergency shelter for children entering foster care.

“I think we’re craving more human connection and that is one of our goals here is to connect with people,” Oostra said. “Whether that means talking to people as they come in, or helping people be creative, or encouraging people to share their art or having different types of events that just bring people together. I’m excited to be a part of all of those things. And that’s the difference of me owning a gallery versus me just being a solo artist.”

Lost Lenore

Jampa Dorje

A girl in a car with a container of coffee in her lap whispers she knows where Lenore is

She asked around questions direct and indirect wondering if Hwy 10 goes to Alabama no, she didn’t want to go to New Orleans and she was told Lenore was in Baltimore

Currently it’s 93° there humidity 33% wind from the northwest at 10mph visibility unlimited

I remember her wearing velvet pants— respite and nepenthe from the memories of Lenore

From grape to girl

Morgana Carroll

I am an artisan good

Like grains from the stalk

Crafted into bread

Like grapes from the vine

Vinified into wine

A fantastic transformation

A Kafkanian metamorphosis

Has my being undergone

Who questions the crunchy crust of bread

And tells the loaf it is still but wheat

Who questions the aromatic scent of wine

And tells the bottle it had no right to ever leave the vine

And so who has the right to tell me I had no right to change