I know he'd want me to write something, so as weird as it feels, I feel a bit like he's telling me to do this.
My Father, Lawrence Karp, passed away this morning after an incredibly valiant fight with cancer. Besides being the most loving Father in the universe, he was an art enthusiast who loved coming into the gallery, seeing new shows, talking to the artists and helping me at openings. I can just see him now, smiling, sitting next to me at the front desk, amazed at all the states and countries we ship art to. I know many of you who came through the gallery were lucky enough to meet him, and I'm incredibly thankful for that, considering how much help he lended to Katie and I when we first opened the gallery.
My Father taught me everything I know with business, and I know how proud he was of this gallery and the artists who come through it. I just ask that you think of him today. He is sorely missed.
I love you, Dad.