When I first began collecting art, the primary group of artists I patronized were the ones I grew up with at Memphis College of Art. We spent countless late nights creating work together while laughing or listening to music on the top studio floor of our dormitory at Metz Hall. After our mandatory year-end reviews, which were the last stop to pass on to another year of school, we’d organize an art trade or we’d sell a large piece for as little as $50, because we never...
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