I didn’t have any intention to follow in my dad’s footsteps, but at the same time, he never really applied pressure on me to. He always travelled a great deal so when I did see him, work wasn’t what he necessarily wanted to speak about; he’d rather speak about basketball or other things. It became clear to me that my dad would be happy if I became an art dealer, but there was never any pressure applied. I think when I decided that I wanted to be an art dealer, I thought about what it meant to be doing the same thing that my dad does, but what seemed so much more important was the relationship with art that I was starting.
Being in New York and having those discoveries that I discussed before, I quickly realized that there are many different art worlds, and in fact, a secondary market dealer is completely different than a primary market dealer, though they do meet at certain points. (I’m saying my father is a secondary market dealer, but really he’s not, he’s more of a primary market dealer.) I don’t have any regrets. I know I’m doing what I want to be doing; I like making shows and working with artists and being part of this world and this community that we create. I feel that as a young person, you could be steered towards things for the wrong reasons, but I was very conscious of that.
