Bette Porter-Kennard Gallery Midday Thursday:

————-Bette———-

Tina and I arrived as planned at twelve and Andy was waiting as she said she would be. As we all entered I checked that she had managed to get done what she needed this morning and that the people I had called for her had been useful She said that it had been fine and so far everything was running on track. We helped her to carry the things she had bought with her into the gallery.

The opening had mostly been up to James it would be his last one in L.A. before heading out to the New York site next week. And I had to admit that the job he had done here in preparation for tonight was spectacular.

Andy left all of her stuff in my office saying that she would be there in time to get ready tonight but she had other stuff to do and she needed the time at the house to drop of the things for Rachel.

Then we got to what she had really come here for she started looking at the art on the walls. The new artist on display was an up and coming photographer whose work we had secured a few months ago and we had cleared the gallery to give him an exclusive show for the opening. The pictures were all of cities across the world taken in spectacular light with a very unique view I truly admired his work he bought something new and fresh to an old idea and over exposed medium.

Andy looked around and then began to move amongst all of the pieces. She looked at them all and then paid for the one she had chosen to buy. She looked nervous as she spoke to us before leaving.

“I hope I got it right. She will only want one, she says if you are going to have an artists work you should have the best piece. In her view that means the piece that you like the most the one that first grabs you. I used to be able to pick it without thinking but we have changed. I just hope I got it right.”