It seemed like the perfect title for Sheldon Harvey’s first show since his exhibition in Paris last June. A show about the influence of the City of Light on this Navajo artist’s work.
After Paris. Who knew it would be so tragically poignant?
Sheldon’s show did not disappoint. There were scenes of Paris, portraits of women à la Picasso, sketches of Parisian people, figures evoking the weather and bustle of Paris.
Sheldon’s collectors did not disappoint either. Most had been to Paris themselves, and they chose to celebrate the Paris they knew and loved as seen through the eyes of this Native American artist, rather than dwell on the tragic events of a day earlier. It was a testament to life and art.
Regimes rise and fall. Men do unspeakable things to one another. Art endures. Even after Paris.
Everyone collects something.