In the summer of 1986, the Theatre Gallery was all about confronting the established aesthetic sensibilities of the comfortable arts patron.
Basically, we loved to shock the shit out of people. Our venue existed to raise the bar on outrageousness and freedom of expression.
Example: One of our door persons was the teenage daughter of the Chief of the Dallas Police Department at the time. She was also a talented painter who had briefly dated the member of a high-profile Dallas band. Shortly
