Wally Findlay Galleries

Drawn in by the pleasant paintings and the activity of the gallery employees, I naively thought, «what the hell can it hurt? I can get a painting for our dining room.»
So I walk in and look around the first floor. I’m greeted with, «hi, please excuse us, we’re getting ready for an exhibit of female painters.»
«Hi,» I replied, «they’re lovely. Listen, this is probably too small for you, but would you have anything for around $ 1,000.00?»
«Certainly, let’s go up to the 2^nd floor. I believe I can show you something you’ll like from our storage area.» Not a hint of sarcasm, disappointment or annoyance was perceived in her tone or demeanor.
So, I follow her up the stairs, passing colorful paintings that I imagine on my dining room walls. We walk to the back and I inwardly ask myself…“Is that a Rodin drawing I just passed?” I look around more. «What?!? Is that a Picasso? A real Picasso?»
«Here, it is.» She had to do some digging… and she’s presenting me with a pretty landscape from a contemporary artist that is slightly bigger than the Kraft mac ‘n cheese box, now sitting on my kitchen counter. «This is $ 917.00,» she says, professionally.
«Isn’t that lovely,» I state. Inwardly ‘m crestfallen and am frantically trying to determine the cost of some canvas and paint.
Don’t let my review stop you from shopping here. This is seriously a nice gallery (3 floors worth of art). But, apparently, I’ve got champagne taste and a 6-​pack budget.
BTW, the Picasso was $ 900k+ and the Rodin was over $ 1 million.