This is rather a short read and it's written in a personable style free of a lot of art jargon. I had the impression the book came from an on-demand printing outfit and self-published on the cheap. I could be wrong, but I expected better design and typography from an art gallery. The book was a bit pricey for its length, which also indicates self-publication. No matter. He probably wanted to save money--good for him.Mr. Horejs zeros in on the crux of the matter and tells the fine artist what he needs to know about trying to obtain gallery representation. A lot of it will be seen as common sense to any experienced artist, but there were a few things that struck me as being worth the price of the book. Example, when I wanted to get into a gallery, I printed up cards and a flyer, etc. Waste of money. I'll never burn another CD, either.One thing in the book he mentions is a story about his father who quickly dropped out of art school. Apparently the instructor discouraged students right off the bat by telling them to forget about making a living as a fine artist. If they wanted to make money, they'd have to become teachers. This struck me as sage advice. Too many young artists dream of fame and riches and that notion should be discarded. I should add to the instructor's advice--they might also consider becoming commercial artists as another option. That's what I am. Although I have sold quite a few paintings in my life, there's just no way to make a steady living from it. Well, a few can--a lucky few who have what Jason suggests in his book...confidence, top-shelf talent, a work ethic, salesmanship and a bit of luck. Still, most artists just aren't natural salesman and walking in cold with a fake smile and a memorized script to try to snag representation from a reluctant and busy owner? Well, that's just not going to happen. Most artists would rather walk on hot coals than go in and get rejected by some distant, haughty owner in a suit who probably considers most artists to be mediocre or a dime a dozen. (And he might have a point--there a LOT of artists out there of all stripes and they're all wanting to sell their work).So, it's not the gallery owner's fault that he gets tired of being hit upon by an endless parade of wannabes. The author made it plain that it's a business and he's doing it to make money. There is no shortage of artists and more are banging on the doors for representation every year. Fine artists are like musicians. Music schools graduate thousands of fabulously talented musicians every year and how many will expect to play for a major orchestra? Very few can make a living at it without becoming a teacher. Same way with fine artists. So even though the book does offer hope, as an artist, I am here to dash those hopes a bit...because in my opinion it's extremely unlikely you'll be able to get into a gallery 'cold.' Yeah, he had some examples, but I remain skeptical. I'm here to tell most artists that you'll probably be happier with a modest job while living frugally and doing fine art on the side. Do what YOU want to do rather than trying to guess what gallery owners want. Gallery owners cater to rich people looking for something to match their $40,000 Italian sofa. Try selling your work at local fairs, farmer's markets or online (not easy as he says) or to friends and family and art shows. Seek out restaurants, libraries and such as alternatives to galleries. OH--one more thing. As far as art goes, the author says everything under the sun has already been done. He may have a point, but I reject such blatant cynicism. There are still paths in art that aren't well-trodden. I'm on one right now and I believe my vision is fairly unique. Even if it has already been done it hasn't been done by YOU. So to all you fine artists out there--don't give up on your dream merely because you may not be able to make it into a gallery. It's not the end of the world. Art is more about meaning than money. If you provide the meaning, then money and fame may or may not come....but if you try to force the issue most likely it will never come. To me, walking in cold to a gallery with a forced grin and scripted speech is forcing it. However, if you can summon up the chutzpah to do that--good luck.