Yesterday BC and I strolled through a few more Chelsea Galleries (more about them later). We were a bit surprised and unnerved to see the gallery where I was supposed to be showing, that was supposed to have closed, OPEN. I stopped in to get my two prints that they had and talked with the gallery assistant. He said that the gallery got an extension from the landlord, but that he hasn’t been paid in weeks, the director’s in the hospital but he’s not “allowed” to say what he’s being treated for, and the current show is coming down halfway into its run. I took my damaged prints, said goodbye and good luck, and split.
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