About

About 3 years ago, I was introduced to Ethan through the New York dealer Ellie Rines. At the time, Ellie was running 55 Gansevoort, a little window gallery near the Whitney in the Meatpacking district. The place was no bigger than a cellar and you couldn’t fit more than 6 people in at once. The night we met, Ellie had put up a piece from Betty Tompkins in the space. The crowd spilled onto the sidewalk. It was a mixed group of friends, artists, collectors, critics—a dream ensemble for a dealer. After the opening, the remainders drifted to a burger joint around the corner, and this is where I …