Guests on Savannah Art Walk explore Tiffani Taylor’s gallery space on Whitaker Street IT S a night of magic and dreaminess surrounded by wine and beautiful hotels and gorgeous galleries, glimmers Tiffani Taylor.
Taylor is describing Savannah s newest art event, Savannah Art Walk, but after five minutes in her company one could be convinced every evening in her world is magic.
She nearly sparkles with unconditional positivity and grace seldom seen, yet the most dazzling of all is what Taylor s achieved a successful career as an artist in Savannah. Her Whitaker Street gallery is entering its fourth year. Four years, it feels like I should get a piece of paper, like a college diploma or something, Taylor laughs.
In the summer of 1988, my pediatrician, Dr. Emanuel Rashet, saved my life.
I had stopped breathing; my heart wasn’t beating. My child-sized body lay limp in my grandmother’s lap as she sat in his office, tears rolling down her cheek. I was dead.
Rashet brought me back to life in what I like to describe as a PBS version of the famed scene in “Pulp Fiction” with an adrenaline shot straight to the heart.
Thirty-something years later, our lives would once again intertwine, unknowingly, through art.
We both attended the Savannah Art Walk in October 2018, Rashet as a featured artist, myself as a patron. We had both moved on from the little town in Illinois where he cared for me for the first 15 years of my life. That weekend, we likely looked at the same paintings, walked the same cobblestone path, and smelled the same river air.