Let’s clear up one thing right now. No, I’m not in jail and selling art. While on honeymoon my husband and I toured the Pensacola Museum of Art. The museum is housed in the city’s old jail. I immediately was intrigued by the thought of jailing art. How could you feasibly jail art when art is found everywhere and in everything? I told my husband if I ever opened a store of my own, I would call it Jailed Art.