Like other recent posts, this is unrelated to dreams. It is, however, strange. This incident occurred in 1990 during the summer or fall. It happened at the OK Harris art gallery in the Soho neighborhood of Manhattan. My wife, Kitty, and I had gone in to look at some paintings. Like all galleries, there is much more to see in the back room than in the main gallery floor reserved for exhibitions. We knew the gallery director, Ethan Karp, who was the son of Ivan Karp, the gallery’s owner. I asked Ethan if he had anything interesting in the back room that he could show us.
Move the mountain
Move the mountain
Move the mountain
Like other recent posts, this is unrelated to dreams. It is, however, strange. This incident occurred in 1990 during the summer or fall. It happened at the OK Harris art gallery in the Soho neighborhood of Manhattan. My wife, Kitty, and I had gone in to look at some paintings. Like all galleries, there is much more to see in the back room than in the main gallery floor reserved for exhibitions. We knew the gallery director, Ethan Karp, who was the son of Ivan Karp, the gallery’s owner. I asked Ethan if he had anything interesting in the back room that he could show us.