RADAR 3 Publication Date: December 3, 2002 Collecting If my house was burning, I'd probably save as much artwork as I could before rescuing my computer. When my friend Dave lived in Hampden, he used to run into Paul Darmafall—"the Glassman"—on the other side of town. The Glassman was an aging veteran living on the streets of Baltimore who fashioned patriotic pictures and words with crushed bottle glass on crude wooden panels. Mr. Darmafall would be glad to exchange one of his creations for the price of a six-pack of Pabst Blue Ribbon. He was a prolific artist. Years later I saw more of the Glassman's work, but not in Baltimore. It was in New York City, at an international art dealers convention, printed in a four-color glossy exhibition catalogue accompanied by unintelligible Danish text. Outsider art was in. Dave still owns his half-dozen "mosaiks." I wouldn't suggest acquiring artwork because you think it may be valuable to someone later, but because it has value to someone now. That someone ought to be you. Frank Perrelli