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My Gallerist Brook Dorsch and I setting up our show at the Bridge Fair in Chicago. It was awesome. Also check out the nice words said by collector Dennis Scholl in the June issue of Ocean Drive magazine.

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Anonymous said…
Brother, incredible! I have no idea how I ended up here, but I did. Are there any left? Happy 4th, hope all is well with the fam. E-mail webmaster@mybedroomboutique.com

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