I look out the window to see an art studio. I turn to him, starry-eyed. “We’re seeking to do business with these dealers.” He has a wry smile on his face. I wonder if he is telling the truth. “They’re a small company and they deal in contemporary art. We believe that with our name as backing, that they can go places, while extending our new market reach,” Ben says further, as if to answer my unsaid concern. “I love art,” I profess. He smiles at me and kisses my forehead. “Me, too.” Inside the studio, we’re greeted by a pleasant gentleman who shows us around. The sculptures are at the front of the studio, basically ushering us further into the space. These sculptures are sensual and evocative, mostly of women or female body parts. In some circles, a sculpture of a woman touching her clit would be seen as lewd, but someone must have loved it if the “sold” sign is already on it.
