The weather was nice. The driver drove Hardy and Richard to Manhattan, stopping at a gallery. This gallery was owned by Bob Ernst's son in law.
The gallery was very quiet.
Hardy admired the paintings on the walls one by one. He had been collecting artworks for nearly a year, with over a thousand paintings in his collection. With more exposure, he had developed some discernment.
After looking at dozens of paintings in this gallery, he found no works by famous artists. He didn't recognize any of the painters' names, not even those with some current fame.
"Richard, do you like any of these?" Hardy asked casually.
Richard shook his head, "I have no interest in these artworks."
If you gave Richard a gun, he would absolutely love it, but looking at artworks was indeed a bit difficult for him.
Last year, Richard had eye surgery to treat an old injury. Afterward, he had a prosthesis installed. With non prescription glasses, it was hard to tell he was a one eyed man.
