This morning I received an email from a gallery that one of my boxes, "Dust," was damaged during the show.  As the story goes, an unsupervised child was running around in the gallery and knocked my box off of its perch.  I don't have the box back yet, but I feel sick to my stomach. 

This would be the second box that was damaged in a gallery.  And the kicker is that they are not that delicate. 

I have a studio visit next Saturday with the Wolff Gallery and she is interested in the boxes.  Right now I'm not sure I ever want to show them again.