Santa Fe has the highest concentration of galleries in the world – many of which sit side-by-side in adobe buildings along Canyon Road. It’s like visiting a bunch of tiny museums, the price of admission being the occasional side-eye you get from gallery owners once they’ve sized you up and realized you can’t afford anything. This always bugs me more than Rand – the more unwelcome he’s made to feel, the more defiant he gets, walking through slowly, with the air of confidence of someone who belongs there. He blends in, able to leap across tax brackets in a single bound.
From the outside some are entirely unassuming; others feature massive sculptures, beckoning you in.
This sculpture was just the neatest thing. Look how one of the trunks appears to be floating above the ground: