My way: how I became an art dealer

<blockquote> Life is a mesmerizing tapestry, woven with threads of serendipity and surprise. It unfurls before us, offering countless avenues for self-discovery. The true essence lies in our ability to discern these opportunities, for none of us truly knows our destined path. Sometimes, as we strive toward a particular goal, we find ourselves in the most unexpected of places. </blockquote> <h1>Where did it all begin?</h1> My love affair with the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles began at the tender age of three (You might wonder, “What do the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles have to do with all of this?” To find out, you’ll have to read the whole story). I could watch those three movies in succession, marveling at the quality of those costumes — so supple, so intricate. What’s more, the actors inside those formidable shells executed astonishing stunts. To my young eyes, those diminutive Turtles seemed utterly alive. Even now, as I revisit those films, a part of me clings to that belief. The sets, the ambience, their nimbleness with nunchucks — it all captivated me. The plot played a secondary role; I was simply enthralled by the dynamic spectacle on the screen, a testament to the dedication of countless specialists. Only later did I discover that those turtle costumes were groundbreaking for their time, and the actors behind them were true kung fu masters, honing their craft for years. That’s when I realized I was a visual enthusiast, someone who reveled in gazing at marvelous things for hours on end. <a href="https://medium.com/@masha_hauteart/from-art-enthusiast-to-gallery-owner-a-serendipitous-journey-7d6f1b45a595">Click Here</a>