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Untitled ("Vera")
Connecticut:
We all expect, or would like to expect, kindness from those that we know and love; from friends and family with whom we have established relationships as a basis for that presumption. Being the recipient of kindness bestowed by a stranger, from someone whose compulsion to benevolence is not driven by a shared history but instead by their own generous nature is a particularly dear occurrence. I was fortunate to have met someone of that selfless spirit on Monday. It was Monday night and I was three rungs up on a stepladder, hanging my work at Art New York, booted broken foot and all. Someone from a neighboring gallery, whom I'd chatted with just a bit during the day, came back to help me hang my work, after having finished the curating of her booth with her colleagues. She had left after a long day, fully ready to have drinks or dinner with friends or to relax at home, when she instead turned around to help me, an acquaintance formed in several minutes over a few hours that day. She said she just couldn't leave me there with my work, and instead took my place on the ladder and endeavored with me to properly hang eight of my pieces in a tight grid formation, refusing to leave until all pieces were even - an end that eluded us for some time. At the close of the night I was exhausted but elated, my work hung and showing at Art New York, and I'd made a new friend, Vera. Here is the last piece that Vera and I hung, Untitled.
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