The 2nd show of the season, The Fall Show, occurred last Friday evening at Art Space Gallery. I arrived early with my usual assortment of beverages, all alcoholic, and added them to the ice-filled case in the front area. There were already people in attendance, looking about at the show's pieces.
I noticed there were several rather large pieces in the front area where usually all the work for a show hung. The area also lacked my painting, I noted. Going further in, I noticed other of the show's work in the room where the wine table resides, and, there, to the left of the door just inside I found, "The Conversation." I thought it looked pretty good where it was.
As I meandered back toward the front of the gallery, I heard a gentleman ask another artist who had contributed a cubist-like painting, if he too had painted, "The Conversation." I announced that, no, that piece was mine. That gentleman and I talked for some little length of time and I also showed him some of my pieces via my Android tablet. He suggested I market my work to a publisher for use on cards, etc. I told him I had made some homemade cards and had put some of my images on jewelry I had made in Mexico via a photographer friend last year.
By this time, the little gallery was beginning to really bustle with activity and it was progressively difficult to carry on a conversation. I was feeling like I needed something cold but not alcoholic and stepped out to a nearby yogurt shoppe. When I returned the space was really beginning to feel like a crowded phone booth.
A gentlemen who had recently left the gallery as one of its resident artists arrived and we began to chat. (There are, on average, 6 or 7 resident artists at any given time.) It seems he had just returned from a month in Paris France. We both looked carefully at a rather large oil pastel that had been encased in a clear plastic coating, making the occasional comment. We discovered that the lady who had been standing near us during our discourse was the creator of the piece and she told us the plastic began in liquid form and was poured upon the piece, allowed to drip over the sides, dry, and then the extra was cut away. I gave her one of my cards and she gave me one of hers and we talked for a bit. I'm not sure if she took offense that I thought her piece had a certain androgynous quality, but the other gentleman had agreed. The lady and I shortly thereafter ceased our conversation and I selected a bottle of one of the beers I had brought from the case.
I noticed two things about this time. There was no live music and the director of AVAA didn't speak to me when she arrived. I figured that her silence meant she had not brought the name tag she had mentioned in a recent e-mail. Of all the artists at the Membership Show last month, it appears I was the only one who couldn't find his tag in the box with the others.
Oh well, I thought, they WERE rather large and I could make my own easily enough, though it did raise a nagging question which I decided to let re-settle to the bottom of my consciousness where it could do no harm.
A lady then entered who wanted to know where my piece was hung, so I escorted her back to the wine room and, in doing so, began a conversation with another of the resident artists. I told her I was trying to loosen up a bit in my painting and she hurriedly insisted that I not change my style which she described as unique. I told her that at this late stage that would be quite the impossibility. It was just after this that another resident artist engaged the lady in conversation and I began to roam, meandering through the narrow straits the crowd left for navigation.
I was feeling a bit morose as I made a mental note that none of my regular attendees had showed. It was then around 7:30 and the reception had 30 minutes left to it. I sat down in a chair, sipped my Fat Tire and watched the affair for another 7 to 10 minutes and then I got up to leave. There was really no one to say good-bye to so I headed out into the parking lot. I noticed there was a gentle breeze and the nearby Walmart was abuzz with activity so I made a point of driving in the other direction to gain egress.
I am uploading a low-rez jpg of a photo of Marcel Duchamp I found recently on the Internet. I really like it.