The worst part about doing an art fair (other than the brutal costs) are the unloading and packing up process.
The unloading this year was accidentally super easy.
Yesterday morning I was dropping off the gallery intern (the super hardworking and talented Audrey Wilson, whose work we will also be showing as one of the perks of being an intern at Alida Anderson Art Projects). When I say "dropping off" I mean at the Aqua Hotel in Miami Beach, where the art fair will be taking place starting Wednesday for VIPs.
The official unload time starts at 5PM, and yet, someone there was nice enough to say, "Since you are already here, you can go ahead and unload."
And in less than 20 minutes we had unloaded.
Nightmare number one avoided: a long-assed wait to unload among the heavy traffic of Collins Avenue in Miami Beach on Sunday night or Monday morning.
This morning we started hanging, and we're about 50% done.
Afterwards, I headed back to Hollywood Beach for a walk on the boardwalk, some pizza and a pitcher ofbeer ... cough... cough ice tea with the family.
While I was gone, Little Junes and his mom were exploring the best thing about Florida other than Cuban food...
The unloading this year was accidentally super easy.
Yesterday morning I was dropping off the gallery intern (the super hardworking and talented Audrey Wilson, whose work we will also be showing as one of the perks of being an intern at Alida Anderson Art Projects). When I say "dropping off" I mean at the Aqua Hotel in Miami Beach, where the art fair will be taking place starting Wednesday for VIPs.
The official unload time starts at 5PM, and yet, someone there was nice enough to say, "Since you are already here, you can go ahead and unload."
And in less than 20 minutes we had unloaded.
Nightmare number one avoided: a long-assed wait to unload among the heavy traffic of Collins Avenue in Miami Beach on Sunday night or Monday morning.
This morning we started hanging, and we're about 50% done.
Afterwards, I headed back to Hollywood Beach for a walk on the boardwalk, some pizza and a pitcher of
While I was gone, Little Junes and his mom were exploring the best thing about Florida other than Cuban food...