Last night was the opening of the three-person show I'm included in at ADA Gallery. John's is usually the last gallery to lock it's doors and kick people out and the streets are pretty deserted by that time. A lady approached me in the gallery and asked me to escort her about four blocks to her car - she was a little nervous about walking alone. I don't think she knew I was one of the artists in the show.
So... we're walking down Broad back to her car and she asks me what I thought of the show. I said I thought it was pretty good.
She: I really liked that work by that one guy, those were really good. They were funky.
Me: Yeah? Which guy?
She: The statues. Did he do those paintings too?
Me: Which paintings?
She: The one with the statue in it.
Me: Yes, he did. That's Michael Ferris.
She: I also really liked those paintings by that other artist too. A lot.
Me: Which ones?
She: The white ones with the little birds and sugar.
Me: That's Susan Jamison. Yeah, she's good.
Silence the rest of the way to the car.