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Torben & Claudine, Broadway Brooklyn

The art craze of the early ots has hit the wall hard. Galleries are closing, artists are looking for full time jobs, productivity is slowing. Like everything else, the scene was bloated, a product of too much credit, hyper-speculation and shallow sensibilities. The artists, like any biological thing, taking advantage as they should, milked the over-providing environment for a decade of success, decadence and inspiration. The correction is what it is though, and the committed shall survive as they always do. Torben is moving back to Berlin. His paintings are no longer selling like hotcakes and the exorbitant Williamsburg rent he pays has become an albatross. Claudine is sticking around. Her husband has a good job as a neuroscientist and her son is a local soccer champion. I will miss Torben coming down the stairs in his long-distance euro cycling suit. I am glad though, that I'll still get glimpses of Claudine's funky shoes.
I get the distinct impression both of them are the committed sort.

Torben
Claudine