Well, they all sold. 60ish paintings left last night, the entire lot.
It was such a joy to meet so many new people, to see a few old pals, some new best friends, instant best friends, colleagues, former colleagues, and even former bosses! The apartment has rarely been so crowded, and the event had exactly the right balance of good cheer and fire-sale rapaciousness.
Then people drank, the sun set, and @timoandres and I sight-read some four-hand music, and then the party started.
Goodbye to (literally) all of my paintings, and to the time in my life they represented.
:)
They asked the wrong guy to list his ‘Year in Reading 2025” over at The Millions, as I don’t really (and loudly pronounce that I don’t) read so much anymore, but here it is. Pretty perverse list frankly. Full list over there on the millions website
