May 27, 2004I quit my day job today. Except it wasn't really a day job, it was a fantastic career in which I found great satisfaction. It's been my life for seven long years.
Since 1997, I've run an art gallery in West Chelsea called Debs & Co. It was torture and it was wonderful. I grew up in that job -- at least, as grown up as I've gotten. And I sucked at parts of it, honestly, and I hated some of it. Quarterly sales tax? Insurance claims? Asshole European art dealers? Forget it. But I love the artists I've worked with, and I love selling art, and I love curating exhibitions, and that was why I kept at it.
This decision was a long time coming, almost a year. I plan on dealing privately a bit -- the business will remain in existence, and its future form has all manner of possibilities. But I'm going to be doing other things for a living, and that feels really odd, like I'm wearing someone else's shoes, or maybe even a bit like a witness protection program.
