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  • Barely two days into knowing Dave, the man who would become my husband and life partner, he invited me to his apartment in Brooklyn for a drink before we met mutual friends at a birthday party.

    I went to Dave's apartment in Williamsburg where he poured me a cold Budweiser from a 40 oz. bottle and brought me into a tiny room off his bedroom where his artist studio was.

    For the next hour as I sipped beer from a coffee mug, Dave showed me past and present portfolios of his art. I kept wondering if he was mistaken, that maybe someone told him I was a gallery owner or someone who knew art buyers. I kept wondering, why is he presenting me his life's works? Turns out, I fell hard for him that day and was falling into his bed only days later.

    It occurred to me many years later that Dave showed me his works as though I was doing a studio visit because that's how he relates to other humans, through his art. He is not chatty or nosey or social. He mostly talks to people through his concepts and his art. And that day, in his dingy apartment in Williamsburg, sharing a 40 oz. Budweiser, he was talking to me and I was listening.
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