A gallery closes, and is still not complete. A gallery is never finished, because it is a room that art moves through. But some galleries save nothing. Bread Alone in Woodstock, for example, sells bread and paintings. The bread leaves, the paintings leave.
Nothing remains of the bread or art.
I don't know about my gallery. I can't see into the back room. I don't know how much of the art will remain. I know the gallery's name. Yesterday, on the way to the library, I peeked at its door.