B Hollyman Gallery

It’s difficult to review a gallery negatively, but I was not impressed with this gallery.
When my boyfriend and I walked in, the young woman behind the desk greeted us, but did not ask if we had questions and did not attempt to engage us or tell us anything about the selection. Fine, maybe the gallery experience is a silent one.
I found the way the photos were displayed to be odd– hung from poster hangers or binder clips– but it’s entirely possible this was the artist’s preference. Okay.
Hot Boyfriend, who knows about such things, found the photos to be priced too high (and no, not because this is a «fine art» gallery and the prices are already going to be high), but that’s between the artist and the gallery. Whatever.
What I found appalling was that the gallery had a poster with a blurb about the artist– a large paper in the main room that talked about who she was, where she was from, etc. The standard biographical piece. It was riddled with punctuation errors, and not the «this comma is in a slightly wrong place» kind. These were glaring sentence fragments. To make matters worse, the gallery had a date wrong… and I know this because they had corrected this WITH A SHARPIE.