No Chicago Part Deux

Today I drove to Chicago from Indianapolis with my 5 year old son to drop off 3 paintings to 2 different galleries.  My son had to come along because he was an epic turd in school this week and lost the privilege of being spoiled by Mamaw for the day.  He was a champ.  Dark Light and Mucha Mary Sullivan are safely ensconced in a hole-in-the-wall gallery in "Uptown" Chicago (at least thats what all of the banners said, I dunno, I'm from Indy).  It was less grand than one's imagination would create but had an authentic art love feel that made me feel confident that my work was safe in this far away place.  

Next, Liam and I drove about an hour south to Chicago Heights to drop off the third painting to the second gallery.   Upon driving into the town one could not help but feel the oppressive bleakness of the place.  The only building that wasn't dilapidated was a Ford plant surrounded by barbed wire.  The gallery had really nice reviews online so I persisted and continued to its location.  It was a bright spot in a bleak place, but I just couldn't bring myself to stop there.  So Liam and I drove on.  Indiana Sightglass will just have to adorn my living room until it goes back to Greenfield-Central High Schools office conference room in January.  

I think that I might just fork over the dough to ship my work next time.