Chelsea Galleries

Meatmarket in a intellectual environment. Tragic in a magical way. People who we all thinks have what it takes, heart and brain, sell their soul to an investor. But maybe it just was the guy I was there with. Who made it all seem like it's about being somebody, not acting like it. He introduced me to the artists at the opening galleries as a young journalist from sweden who's like "cutting the edge". Maybe I should have that view -I am what I say I am. Even tough it's just what I told him I didn't want to be. He's sold out. Be careful to be such a sold out in NY.

Great paintings tough.