Like flossing my teeth, going to art galleries is something that I know is probably good for me, but I rarely do. Just like I'm already bored after doing the second tooth, I've usually seen enough after the second painting.

Merely ducking in and out seems rather rude, though, so lately I've only been going to the openings, where nobody notices that you're really there for the red wine and salt sticks. In fact, my ideal gallery would be one so tiny, so small, that just one glance would do.

My call must have been heard by El Escaparate in Born and Siete Metros in Raval. Following the footsteps of the doorway-sized Wrong Gallery in Chelsea, New York, the two galleries are miniscule, nothing more than window displays, really. Stop, watch, and you're done. Who ever said that small isn't beautiful?