After attending college in Chicago for five years, I packed my bags, hopped on the Naive Idiot Dream Train and moved to New York. It was 2008 and the global financial crisis was in full bloom. To a green, lifelong Midwesterner, the blue-chip galleries of Chelsea, Uptown and SoHo were striking not for their surplus of incredible art, but for the intimidating amount of capital flowing through them. ‘Where are all the project spaces at?’ I wondered. Back in Chicago,…
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