I suppose it’s in the nature of historic events to make all the small moments in their shadow seem like metaphors.
So it was on Tuesday morning in Chicago, standing in the chaos of our SOFA shell, wondering how it could possibly all come together, fearing the worst, praying for a miracle.
Then it was Wednesday morning. And, somehow, we’d done it.
Feeling elated, exhausted, smug and victorious – only to realize that the real test is still to come.
We – and 100 other international galleries – open tonight at 5pm (for VIPs). The buzz on the floor is one of nervousness (the economy) tempered by giddy anticipation (who won’t want to celebrate this week?)
Either way, hope is a good feeling.