Welcome, dear Visitor, step right inside,

Here paintings on the walls and riddles reside.

Stroll past the pictures, each one a clue,

Look closely—marvelous colors all for you!

When your answers are ready, just send them away:

To itobriones@gmail.com—don’t delay!

A small but beautiful prize may be yours at the end,

So go ahead, solve ten riddles, if you dare, my good friend.

Exhibit dates: July 10 - August 3, 2025

Opening reception & artist talk: Friday, July 11, 6:30-8:00pm

Riddle One:

I wobble, I wiggle, I’m slow on my feet,

Yet everyone’s scrambling to keep me complete!

I sit on my square, so helpless and grand,

While brave minions obey my command.

They prance and they march,

they scamper, they slide,

They jump and they jostle

to stay by my side.

For if I should topple,

if down I should go,

The game is all theirs —

that’s checkmate, you know!

So who am I, fragile yet crowned all the same?

Guess me, dear friend… I’ve a royal name!

Riddle Two:

I sit on shelves both old and new,

With tales imagined or things quite true.

I hold adventures, laughs, and fears,

And travel through the minds of years.

My spine is strong, my pages thin,

To start me, you just dive right in.

With every chapter, worlds unfold—

What am I, full of tales untold?

Riddle Three:

I tickle toes with foamy cheer,

And whisper secrets none can hear.

I juggle shells and toss up sand,

And scribble doodles on the land.

I carry fish in swirling schools,

And tease the moon with tidal rules.

I’m deep, I’m wide, I’m full of motion—

Now tell me—what am I?

(Hint: I rhyme with “potion”)

Riddle Four:

I wear no boots, yet leap the skies,

I tickle clouds as I go by.

No hands, no feet, but I can glide,

On breezy roads both far and wide.

I may be feathery, light, or grand—

Or I might be papery but not made by hand.

I’m not a bird or a butterfly, yet still I soar—

What magic things am I made for?

Riddle Five:

I’m yellow and zesty, a citrus delight,

I pucker your lips with a sour bite.

In pies or in drinks, I brighten the mood,

Though tiny, I’m mighty in flavor and food!

I wear a bright coat and a bumpy disguise,

With juice that can water your very own eyes.

I’m squeezed, I’m zested, I’m tart to the core—

What am I that you’ll ask for “some more”?

Riddle Six:

I spin and twirl without a sound,

In starry dance, round after round.

I wear a cloak of blue and green,

With snowy caps and lands unseen.

I cradle life, both big and small,

From buzzing bees to trees so tall.

I’m not a toy, yet children play—

Upon my fields each night and day.

What whirling gem with skies above,

Is home to all the ones you love?

Riddle Seven:

I hide your thoughts both deep and true,

Your hopes, your fears, the secret you.

With every date, you write your day—

The things you did, the words you’d say.

I’m locked sometimes, to guard your mind,

A silent friend, both safe and kind.

You speak to me, though I don’t talk—

What am I, your inner walk?

Riddle Eight:

I’m full of whispers, bugs, and cheer,

With leafy hats and roots to steer.

I yawn at dawn with dewy toes,

And wear the blush of budding rose.

Bees and butterflies attend my ball,

While worms and weeds creep down the hall.

I grow with care, not wild or loud—

What am I, beneath the cloud?

Riddle Nine:

I come in quiet, not with flair,

A gentle bow, a closing air.

The tale is told, the end is near,

Yet I appear to linger here.

I whisper what comes after “done,”

A final thread, a setting sun.

Not chapter, plot, nor hero’s stride—

But where the secrets love to hide.

What shy small guest, at story’s end,

Comes last, yet feels like one more friend

Riddle Ten:

This riddle here — it’s number ten,

But don’t rush in too quick, my friend!

To crack this final, playful clue,

The first nine answers guide you through.

Snatch the first letter, neat and bright,

From each one solved — that’s your light!

Line them up without delay,

They spell the secret word — hooray!

OR take a shortcut, if you please,

A trickier riddle with hidden keys:

No need to chase the clues you’ve met,

Just solve this rhyme below — your best bet yet!

I grow but never take up space,

I light the world, I shape your place.

In song, in book, in speech I dwell,

I’m something grand you teach as well!

What nine letter word am I, do tell?