Love the Art, Not the Artist

Love the Art, Not the Artist

The opening should have announced the arrival of a new force in the art world, the first solo ex-hibition of Vassily Kirilenko’s work. I’d invited all the right people to my gallery—critics and patrons, collectors and novices. I’d hung only the best canvases on bare...
Many Are Called, Few Are Chosen

Many Are Called, Few Are Chosen

On his fortieth birthday, Dom mourned the death of his literary dream and resolved to seek im-mortality through the only means left to him. +++++He sat alone in his studio apartment, emptying a bottle of Old Crow, studying his latest rejection letter. A literary agent...
Curb Appeal

Curb Appeal

Jefferson wheeled into the Burger Melt and surveyed the interior—a shotgun shack containing a counter with five high stools, a sloping floor of dirty tile, and a narrow aisle leading to the kitchen. Typical spot on the ramshackle streets of Oakland, where most...