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Repentance Pt. 14 (Finale)

Please read all warnings!

Characters: Hitman!Jimin x Reader

Warnings: some fluff.. finally

Word Count:  2070

Jimin was a skilled hitman in one of Gwangju’s notorious Mafia families. When tragedy struck him personally, he began to regret his lifestyle. He was haunted in his dreams by the lives he took and the families he destroyed. Setting a plan into action that would change everything, he went into hiding. Can a mysterious young woman who showed up at his hideaway doorstep convince him to change his mind?

WARNING: THIS FIC HAS MENTIONS OF SUICIDE. IF THIS IS A TRIGGER, PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. ALSO IF YOU ARE UNDER 18, PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS, AS IT IS NSFW. DON’T THINK WE WON’T KNOW IF YOU DID, WE HAVE OUR WAYS

A/N: This is the final chapter. This has been an amazing journey, and I am thankful for each and every follow and comment you all have made. I will be writing an Epilogue, so keep your eyes peeled! 

Each of you had a backpack on your shoulder, a water bottle and some snacks. You made your way down along the side of the small creek, heading east. At one point, he helped you cross the creek, turning north and heading for the nearest town. There were several stops along the way, giving Jimin a chance to rest when his shoulder started hurting or when your legs ached from hiking over fallen limbs and slippery rocks. Two days later, you had covered several miles of woods and empty fields. Just as evening of the third day was about to set in, Jimin saw the lights just over the horizon of the small town. 

“We can rest here, or go on ahead and be there by dark. It’s up to you and how you feel?” he grabbed your hand as he hoisted you onto the large fallen tree that crossed your path. 

“How I feel? You’re in worse shape than I am. We can do whatever you want.” you scooted beside him, holding his arm so you wouldn't fall.

He took your hand, helping you down before taking off again. You figured that was his way of saying you were going into town after all. The sky was dark and the night air cool when the first street came into view. You looked back over your shoulder, a faint rise of smoke the only sign of where you had come from. Jimin led you along the two lane road, placing you to the inside, next to the guardrail. A few cars passed here and there, but nothing to alert Jimin of any danger. When exhaustion had settled deep into your bones, building came into view. There was a small motel with only two cars parked out front. The open sign flashed in bright neon red and blue. You waited outside while Jimin entered and came back out with a key. 

“I got a room for just tonight. We head back out early morning.” He opened the door, dropping his backpack beside the door. You dropped your by the bed as you fell face first onto the lumpy mattress. 

“I think I’d sleep better on the ground than this bed.” You mumbled as you tried to find a spot that didn’t poke you in the ribs. Jimin laughed as you grumbled and complained. Finally giving up on getting sleep any time soon, you helped Jimin change his dressing, cleaning the two areas with soap and water. You took a quick shower while Jimin got dressed and set out the meager servings of food. You heard the television turn on, the news talking about a small fire that had taken place in the woods. THey said the cabin was a total loss, nothing being salvageable from the charred remains. You wrapped your hair in a towel and joined him on the queen sized bed.

“Well, looks like we’re in the clear so far. Tomorrow, I will get a couple of burner phones. We can find a bank and get the money out. Anything you want to do first?” he had your hand in his, absently rubbing small circles in your palm with his finger. You knew exactly what you wanted to do first, if he was up to it too. You got up, searching in his backpack for the small bag. You held it up, eyes searching his for any reaction. His eyes closed hard against the thought of what that bag had meant to him just a few short days ago.

“I want to flush the stuff. You have no need for it, and keeping it around is just a dark reminder.” He nodded, rising from the bed and taking the bag from your hands. He headed for the bathroom, raising the lid of the toilet and placing the bag on the counter. One by one he took each syringe, pushing the plungers down as the liquids filled the water. When he emptied the last one, you pressed down on the handle and the two of you watched as the toilet drained then filled back up.

“No turning back now Jimin.” You smiled at him, your arm encircling his waist. He turned to face you, placing a kiss to your forehead. You felt him smile into the kiss.

“Only forward, Y/N. Only forward.” You stood the for a few moments, the gravity of the moment sinking in before you headed back into the room and ate while the news played.

You fell asleep at some point, snuggle against his side. You didn’t wake up when he rolled out of bed just after sunrise. You slept through him heading out and only woke up when the door opened and sunlight poured in through the doorway.

“Hey. Did you sleep well?” He asked as he joined you on the bed.

“Believe it or not, I did. Why didn’t you wake me up?” YOu looked at the two phones in his hands. He handed you one, the main screen coming into view. It had already had minutes put on it and it was ready to go. You looked through the various apps and numbers he had already entered. You asked who the numbers belonged to and he answered while he pulled up the internet. 

“Found it!” He hollered, making you jump in your place.

“Found what?” you looked over his shoulder at the screen. A bank was pulled up, and he was entering a password. The amount of cash in the account was staggering. Jimin was for all intents and purposes, a millionaire. When he had told you what he had would be enough for you to start over, you never would of thought he actually meant it.

“This? This is all yours?” You questioned. He simply nodded and continued accessing his account. He transferred the money to another bank and then closed out the account. 

“Okay, let’s get ready to go.” He stated as he packed up his clothes and handed you your backpack. Bags packed and key in hand, Jimin headed out the door with you behind him. He checked out and started walking down the street which was just now beginning to fill with people. You followed him to the bank that he had transferred the money to. You sat in a chair as he talked with the teller, withdrawing a large sum. She handed over the cash in large and small bills. He thanked her , the came over to you. 

“Time to ditch the backpack,Y/N. We need new clothes and some essentials for the plane.” 

You didn’t say a ward as you trailed behind him. You found a small boutique shop, gathering several new outfits as he did the same. You purchased them along with two new luggage cases. Placing all your items in the luggage cases, you headed back out. He hailed down a taxi and you climbed in while the driver helped him load the bags. 

This was it. You were both on your way to a new beginning, together. He sat down beside you in the back seat. You nervously fumbled with your new top as he told the driver where to go. After thirty minutes, you were at your first destination. You then changed taxis, heading in a different direction. This kept going for six more treks. At long last, the airport came into view. He took your hand and made you face him.

“This is it, Y/N. If you want to turn back now, we can. Once we board this plane, we can never come back, do you understand?” You nodded.

“I’m going wherever you go.” You stated as you left the taxi. The luggage was unloaded and you both entered the airport. He purchased two tickets with cash for a private chartered plane. One hour later, you were boarding and getting settled in your seat. You laid your head on his shoulder, his hand gripped tightly in yours.

“Where are we going, anyway?” he handed you a ticket, the destination at the top. 

“It’s a private island. I purchased it several years ago, with cash. It can’t be traced and we will be the only ones there. We are starting over, completely, just you and me.” He kissed you softly, his lips lingering on yours. When he pulled back, he looked you in the eyes. “I hope you don’t mind be stuck with me twenty-four seven.”

“You know I won’t mind, Jimin. As long as I have you, there’s nowhere else I wold want to be than in your arms.” 

The plane began moving, rising in to the sky as it took off. You peered out of the window, the town shrinking away into nothing but clouds as you embarked on your final adventure. Jimin slept in the seat beside you as you watched land fade away into a deep cerulean blue ocean. Jimin woke to his alarm, just as the plane began its decent. A small landing strip was on the far end of the island. When you had landed and were cleared to disembark, you followed Jimin off the plane. He paid the pilot a hefty sum for his silence, then watched as he took back off. You looked at your surroundings. Nothing but ocean to your sides and tress and jungle in front of you. There was a small hangar which housed two four-wheelers and a jeep. Jimin placed the luggage in the jeep and helped you in. The ride was bumpy but beautiful. Palm trees, native ferns and bushed lined the path. There was a clearing just ahead. When it opened up, there was two story log cabin. It was amazing and breathtaking. It looked like one you would find in a housing magazine. Inside was even more spectacular. It was an open floor plan, with a balcony that jutted out over the first floor. It was immaculately decorated but still simple and refined. Handmade furniture was strategically placed in the living room, and the kitchen was furnished with the latest appliances.

“How long have you had this place? Why didn’t you come here instead of where we were?” You had so many questions. Jimin watched as you toured the cabin, filled with awe as you entered each room. The single bedroom was filled with a king sized bed and matching loveseat. 

“Welcome home, Y/N.” he said as he came up behind you. “This was my place when I first started. I had it before I got married, before I had decided that I had enough of that life. I only came here when I wanted to get away from the craziness of city life. And yes, she came here too. But she never wanted to stay long, she lived for the city, for the lights and excitement. So I kept it up, just in case. I only have people come to clean it four times a year. Other than that, here it just sat, until now.”

“I love it, Jimin! It’s how I always dreamed my home would be like, peaceful and serene. And i get to make it a home with you.” When you said that, Jimin spun you around, wrapping you up in his arms. He smiled down at you, his features softening as you stared into each others eyes. 

“Will you make it a home with me? Stay here with me, forever? Wold you be willing to fill it with little ones, just us against the world?” When your head leaned on his chest, he worried that he had gone to far, asked too much of you too soon.

“Park Jimin, if that’s your way of proposing to me, then i accept.” when you lifted you head, you watched a tears filled his eyes. 

Jimin had finally found peace, when he thought he never would again. He had found a purpose to go on, to live his life to its fullest. He had found love again, and swore to never let it go, to never walk away from anything again. 

You had found a home, in every sense of the word. This cabin was going to be your physical home. Jimin was the home of your heart. When you had lost all hope, he had rescued you. He had taken you in, saved you, and gave yo a chance to change him. What you had found in him, you would never find anywhere else on this planet. 

You were both home. You were living again, renewed and whole.

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              Bienvenido al club Seoulite, STEPHEN OH.

         ¿Tu primera vez aquí? ¿Ya nos conocías? Es un gusto tenerte por aquí. ¿Podemos ofrecerte algo de tomar? Deberías probar un aperitivo en lo que alguno de nuestros hosts o hostess vengan a saludar. ¿Los conoces? La élite de Seúl tiene a su realeza, los Seoulites y los mismos están en este establecimiento para pasar una tarde extraordinaria en su compañía.  

    ¿Estás preparado para convivir con los jóvenes más importantes de la ciudad?

Howl, a partir de ahora cuentas con 24 horas para enviar la cuenta de Stephen, si necesitas más tiempo puedes solicitarlo. ¡Bienvenida!

SOBRE LOS USUARIOS…

¿Nombre, edad, país/zona horaria y algún trigger que tengamos que saber? Howl, 20 yo, México (tiempo de la montaña, UTC -7), trigger free.

¿Juras solemnemente ser constante con tu/s personajes y con el roleplay en general? Promesa solemne.

SOBRE EL PERSONAJE:

Lo básico.

Nombre: Stephen Oh.

Edad: 23 años en edad internacional; 25 años, coreana.

Fecha de Nacimiento: 7/11/1994.

Rostro: Oh Se Hun.

Ocupación: Modelo, stunt double.

Lugar de nacimiento: Ottawa, Canadá.

¿Forma parte del Club Seoulite?: No.

Ocupación familiar: Su abuelo paterno es un ex presidente de Corea del Sur, a su perímetro se ha cernido un circuito familiar devoto a la trayectoria política. El padre de Stephen, aunque encontrándose en las primarias del Partido Democrático de Corea, ejerce como cirujano plástico, y materializa investigaciones académicas sobre cirugía cosmética y reparativa para alguna de las revistas más prestigiosas de medicina, como Southeastern Society of Plastic Surgeons; la madre, Miss Canadá, es una pasada reina de belleza, quien obtuvo su última corona como señorita Intercontinental y actualmente ejerce como presentadora en un canal televisivo.

¿Quién eres? ¿Quiénes somos?

En este apartado se pide escribir tres (3) headcanons referentes a la vida del personaje, mantener estos cortos, solo es para tener una idea global del personaje.

El abuelo, Oh Se Ho, habría de haber sido un hombre venerable, tras haber ganado un premio Nobel de la Paz durante su periodo presidencial en Corea del Sur. El hombre de briosos ideales socioliberalistas, creía fervientemente en la reunificación con el norte, y tras luchar por el sufragio universal se volvió un perseguido político; repatriado a la fuerza, se le condenó a muerte tras la grave imputación de ser uno de los inspiradores del levantamiento de Gwangju. El activista demócrata acabó siendo encarcelado por la Agencia Central de Inteligencia Coreana bajo acusaciones de sedición y conspiración, antes de ser exiliado a Canadá, lo que ocasionó que, pese a la ascendencia coreana, su descendencia se asentara en el extranjero, naturalizados como ciudadanos canadienses.

Nació en Ottawa, la capital del país soberano de América del Norte. Precipitadamente, la familia decidió mudarse a Toronto, criando al infante en un proyecto de hogar de ensoñación y opulencia eduardina, en el enclave de The Bridle Path, un exclusivo residencial para las élites de Ontario al que se referían como «Millionaire’s Row» dada su exuberancia y fastuosidad. Como un refugio plácido y jactancioso, creció entre divanes con doseles pasteles, lienzos de la escuela francesa, suelos acristalados y paredes tapizadas con profusos géneros de Lelièvre.

Stephen comenzó su entrenamiento desde sus más tiernos y mansos años, su biotipo rindió beneficioso para responder de manera positiva a largos trabajos cardiovasculares, de gran duración o intensidad, diversificándose en una multiplicidad de técnicas como el Muay Thai, MCMAP, Silat o Krav Maga, y especializándose en otras, como el Sambo, para el cual, en su adolescencia, emigró a Moscú, en Rusia, acreditando una práctica intensiva en éste, antes de ser integrado a un gremio de la industria para actores de pantalla. Intermitentemente, halló el apogeo como modelo tras firmar con IMG.

Dicen por ahí…

En este apartado favor de escribir tres (3) tweets/chismes que los gossips hayan publicado sobre tu personaje (pueden ser tan escandalosos como gusten, en base a esta información se podrán seguir las publicaciones de las gossips)

@seoulitegossip: Mientras la pretensión es mantener una profesionalidad irreprochable en la línea del espectáculo, Stephen ha demostrado ser insuficiente de temperamento al mandar a un hombre al hospital con lesiones de gravedad tras una supuesta burla a su bichón frisé, Vivi. ¿Sus reflejos de impulsividad evocan una remota interpretación de lo vehemente y apasionado que dicen es, sus amantes, en la cama? ¿O será que llanamente adora a su cánido? Vivi jugará como el cachorro adorable mientras, se espera, dome a su dueño hasta amaestrarlo, pues uno es la mascota, y el otro, el animal.

@seoulitegossip: @StephenOfficial Tu portada en W Korea se ha agotado más rápido de lo normal después de ventilarse tus deslices extramaritales con una actriz de la que se habla como la Kim Kardashian china. ¿Es tu estrategia para venderte? ¿O forma parte de la sátira donde nos preguntamos si el bebé de la hongkonesa es tuyo, o del empresario con el que ésta se casó en una boda ampulosa de cuarenta y tres millones de dólares?

@seoulitegossip: Stephen Oh, el embajador de marcas como Prada, Dior y Burberry, según informan, es el favorito para protagonizar la película de acción de más alto presupuesto del año, mientras su realizadora afronta una gradación de serias críticas ante la elección. Pese a haberse previamente estrenado en la pantalla grande, reprochan la nulidad de experiencia adicional a su función como doble de riesgo. La prescripción para la fama suma un rostro activo, cierto renombre familiar y… ¿follarse a tu directora cinematográfica? Parece ser, el falo del canadiense ha encontrado el orificio de abundancia perfecto al cual penetrar.

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What Sold at Dallas Art Fair

Dallas Art Fair Preview, 2019. Photo by Exploredinary. Courtesy of the Dallas Art Fair.

On Thursday afternoon during the Dallas Art Fair, a man in a 10-gallon hat walked into a hotel bar in downtown Dallas, ordered a glass of $300-a-bottle scotch with “one rock” (a single ice cube), and lifted his cell phone to his ear.

“Oh, don’t worry about it, honey,” I heard him say. “I’ll just send the plane to get ’ya.”

This casual encounter with a man with a private jet underlines why, despite a glut of art-world events, people still make room for the best little art fair in Texas. Artists don’t have the inventory to fill another dozen fair booths from Dubai to Madrid to Mexico City, not to mention biennales in Venice, Gwangju, São Paulo, and beyond. Galleries are so cash-strapped that increasingly expensive fairs had to lower booth costs not to lose them.

So if collectors, curators, dealers, and journalists are all cutting down on the number of stops they make on the intercontinental picture-buying hajj, why, then, does the art world keep coming to the Dallas Art Fair? Simply put, there’s still oil to be struck here in Texas.

Dallas Art Fair Preview, 2019. Photo by Exploredinary. Courtesy of the Dallas Art Fair.

“There are so many businesses coming to Dallas, it’s relatively recession-proof,” Kelly Cornell, the fair’s director, told me in an interview in her office. “We have huge technology companies; we’ve got Toyota now, and a giant AT&T complex that’s happening just down the street. Accordingly, there’s the mega-collectors that they really want to connect with and have the opportunity to meet. We’re very fortunate that the big collectors in Dallas are really supportive of the fair, and they show up—and come every day, most of them. That’s huge.”

We live in a world where people need gas and cell phones, and two of their biggest suppliers—ExxonMobile and AT&T, respectively—are headquartered in the Dallas area. Texas is responsible for 20 percent of all U.S. exports, more than any other state in the union, and Dallas–Fort Worth International is the state’s most trafficked airport. In 2014, Dallas was named the country’s top city for millionaire growth, and once Texans get that money in the bank, they tend to keep it: The famously self-assured land of spurs and swagger has no state income tax. The world’s most valuable sports franchise is the $5-billion Dallas Cowboys, and its stadium is studded with works by Ellsworth Kelly, Jenny Holzer, Mel Bochner, and Wolfgang Tillmans.

VIERUNDZWANZIGSTERJUNIZWEITAUSENDUNDDREI, 2003. Ugo Rondinone Sadie Coles HQ

The state of Texas, where billions of barrels of oil still lay drillable beneath the earth, has a network of art collectors that galleries can ignore at their own peril. And along with the annual charity auction TWO x TWO for AIDS and Art, the Dallas Art Fair is its biggest art event of the year. It brings together the local collectors who have built world-class collections that fill private museums here—the Power Station, the Pump House, the Warehouse, the Karpidas Collection, etc.—as well as those who sit on the boards of the Dallas Museum of Art (DMA), the Nasher Sculpture Center, and Dallas Contemporary.

The DMA has been promised the collections of Marguerite and Robert Hoffman, Cindy and Howard Rachofsky, and Deedie and Rusty Rose, meaning it will soon have one of the country’s most enviable holdings of post-war and contemporary art. The Dallas Art Fair Foundation Acquisition Fund allowed the DMA to purchase eight works from eight galleries ahead of the fair, meaning nearly 10 percent of the exhibitors saw one of their works go immediately into the collection of a world-class museum. Dealers said there was a lot of interest in works from the museum’s trustees, who could donate them as promised gifts. Knowing all this, dealers will travel across the country for the chance to have the DMA acquire their artists’ work.

“Obviously the Dallas Museum has large, large gifts coming to it, and people are buying works that are immediately gifted, as well, so that type of relationship between the museum and the fair is very important,” Cornell said. “We’re very close with the board members at all the museums. Dallas is a tight-knit community, and we work with them on a year-round basis.”

Londoners in the Lone Star State

Untitled, 2019. Jordan Wolfson Sadie Coles HQ

Untitled, 2019. Jordan Wolfson Sadie Coles HQ

Sure enough, some of the European galleries that came to Dallas for the first time this year achieved six-figure sales. One gallery that found success in Texas was Sadie Coles HQ, the London outfit with a deep artist roster that participates in many of the biggest fairs—the Art Basels, the Friezes, and West Bund in Hong Kong—but was doing Dallas for the first time. Things went well, as the gallery sold works for as much as $250,000 by artists including Laura Owens, Ugo Rondinone, Jim Lambie, and Jordan Wolfson, who had flown in for the occasion, having never before been to the state.

“It’s a much smaller fair than what we usually do, and it’s much more local, but that’s very nice, actually—it works in its favor,” Liselotte Seaton, a director at Sadie Coles, said in the booth. She added that while several local collectors had come by specifically to see them, they also met several new clients, all from the area. Asked whether the gallery would do the fair again, Seaton was noncommittal, saying they could only do so many Dallas-sized fairs per year, as their artists simply don’t have the bandwidth to create that much work.

Another Dallas newcomer this year was Lisson Gallery, which has been one of the most vital galleries in London for more than five decades, and in recent years, it has added a pair of spaces in New York’s Chelsea neighborhood. It, too, is a perennial fixture on the fair circuit, and the presence of works by its artists—including Anish Kapoor, Ryan Gander, and Cory Arcangel—lent the proceedings some international flair. Lisson came in swinging—gallery artist Pedro Reyes was in town for the weekend, and another of its artists, Haroon Mirza, has gotten a lot of attention in Texas for Stone Circle (2018), an installation in the art mecca of Marfa consisting of a druidic arrangement of boulders that emit light and sound.

Cory Arcangel, Jeans / Lakes, 2016. © Cory Arcangel. Courtesy of Lisson Gallery.

Pedro Reyes, Protester III, 2018. © Pedro Reyes. Courtesy of Lisson Gallery.

“We’re hitting Texas hard,” said Caroline Mattis, a sales associate at the gallery. “There’s a lot of important collectors here, and we wanted to show off our program.”

The collectors here seemed to be biting, as Lisson sold Arcangel’s Jeans / Lakes (2016) for $60,000, Reyes’s Protester III (2018) for $50,000, and three Stanley Whitney gouaches for $18,000 each.

When asked why the gallery added Dallas to the long list of fairs it pays for a booth at, Mattis said, “Lisson’s only been in New York for three years, so there are a lot of people in America we haven’t reached yet. It’s important to do the smaller American fairs, the more regional fairs.”

As for why the gallery specifically chose Dallas for its first regional American fair, Mattis cited the usual reasons: It has a critical mass of collectors the gallery already knew, and, given its economic profile, a whole lot more they would like to know better.

Unquiet Grave, 2019. Alex Da Corte Karma

Another Dallas Art Fair exhibitor from London was the difficult-to-Google Mayfair gallery State. The gallery brought a $950,000 George Condo painting and a $775,000 Robert Rauschenberg painting, both of which went unsold. Director Jamie Gourlay admitted it might have been “a little too ambitious for Dallas, perhaps a little too expensive.”

And yet, by the end of the third day of the fair, State had closed on a deal to sell a Kapoor work for $650,000. It was among the biggest sales reported at Dallas Art Fair this year, which also included a 1979 Richard Diebenkorn gouache-on-paper, purchased by a Dallas collector for a figure between $200,000 and $250,000 from the booth of Van Doren Waxter.

Two galleries found success with works by artists who will be in the central exhibition of the Venice Biennale next month: New York’s Karma gallery sold the magnificent Alex Da Corte neon work Unquiet Grave (2018), and Los Angeles’s Ghebaly Gallery found a buyer for a work by Neïl Beloufa.

Putting down roots

Bottles and Cans on Red, 2019. Neïl Beloufa François Ghebaly

Can on Red, 2019. Neïl Beloufa François Ghebaly

It should be pointed out here that even if Dallas is “recession-proof,” its nearly 100-gallery art fair may not be the most objective indicator of the health of the global markets—it is just a small piece of a larger puzzle. The money spent here is dwarfed by a juggernaut like Art Basel in Hong Kong, where some 240 galleries fill a sprawling convention center that plays host to an entire continent of collectors. At the upcoming auctions in New York, more than $1 billion worth of art will be up for grabs.

But it’s an attractive fair for those who have shored up connections with the state’s collector-lined hamlets, like Preston Hollow (home to Howard Rachofsky and the up-and-coming collecting couple Joe and Kristen Cole, not to mention Mark Cuban, T. Boone Pickens, and former U.S. president George W. Bush). Simon Lee Gallery, which has outposts in New York, London, and Hong Kong, has done the fair many times before, and director James Shaeffer comes down to the city as many as four times per year—not unusual for dealers and advisors in New York and Los Angeles, both about a three-hour flight away. Accordingly, the gallery sold several works by Clare Woods in the range of £12,000 to £42,000 ($15,700 to $54,900). Not only was the artist present in the booth for much of the fair, she has 13 tile works permanently installed at River Bend in the city’s Design District, an initiative spearheaded by fair chairman John Sughre, which plays host to 214 Projects, a permanent exhibition space for the fair. Dallas Art Fair stalwarts Canada and Moran Moran staged a joint booth to show work by an artist they both represent, RJ Messineo, and sold paintings to collectors from Dallas and New York.

The First and the Last, ca. 2018. Clare Woods Simon Lee Gallery

Paris’s Frank Elbaz has committed to the city in a different way: In 2016, 14 years after opening his first space in the Marais, Elbaz opened a second gallery in Dallas. The connection appears to have paid off: Before the fair even opened, the DMA, through the Dallas Art Fair Acquisitions Program, acquired a yarn work by Sheila Hicks, the Paris-based American textile artist whose solo show at the Nasher opens in May.

Another beneficiary of the DMA’s largess was Rachel Uffner Gallery: A year after the museum acquired a work by Shara Hughes from Uffner’s booth, it bought a dazzling portrait by Arcmanoro Niles, the young Brooklyn-based artist who currently has a show up at Uffner’s Lower East Side gallery.

“I don’t think they want to give the acquisitions prize to the same gallery two years in a row, but also, I kind of brought this painting specifically for the DMA,” Uffner said in her booth.

, 2018. Bianca Beck Rachel Uffner Gallery

Weeping Blur, 2018. Shara Hughes Rachel Uffner Gallery

She added that the museum currently has the Hughes painting it acquired last year up in the permanent collection galleries. “The collectors like when the DMA buys a work because it stays in the city,” she said.

Prices in Uffner’s booth were as high as $45,000, and nearly everything sold, she said; two new works by Hughes went to Dallas collectors. She was also showcasing new sculptures by Bianca Beck, and added that Rachofsky, the local collector, had acquired a much larger work by Beck that wouldn’t fit into the booth. By Friday, it was installed in Rachofsky’s office.

As the fair went into the weekend, collectors kept streaming in, and on Sunday, visitors stuck around until the final hours. Some also swung by the Eye Ball, an annual party that takes place under Tony Tasset’s gigantic sculpture of a human eye. And then, the collectors packed it in, some heading home by car to places such as Preston Hollow, while others got in “the plane” and went somewhere deeper in the heart of Texas.

from Artsy News