knary
looking for a coal mine
Gallery openings are peculiar events. Some of the crowd is there to see and maybe appreciate some art work, some to ridicule it, and many just to be out and about and score some wine or beer and cheese. There must be a dissertation somewhere about the movement of the crowd at one of these events. Are they standing in front of those paintings because they don't like them and don't mind blocking them, and away from those because they do appreciate them?
As the artist, you chat with whomever you're introduced and whomever you dare try to engage. Hopefully the gallery staff and owners are making the introductions as the latter doesn't always go as you might hope. There can be so many to meet and the people you thought were engaged in conversation about your work might instead be talking about anything but that, or worse, why they don't like it.
The lead up to this opening was a collection of errors bordering on the comical - from the frames the wrong size, the car breaking down, the cat running out the door as I was trying to depart, to the friendly police office lecturing me on speed limits. It was, however, a good event. A piece or three may have sold immediately and the response was very positive. We'll see how the rest sell - today's economy dictates deliberation on items of this price. I met some other artists, many supportive people, and some patrons from across the economic spectrum. I didn't tell too many off-color stories, make fun of anyone's paintings, or spill a drop of wine. A good day.
The best might be the woman working their shows, serving the refreshments. She's working towards a painting rather being paid in cash. She wants one of mine.
As the artist, you chat with whomever you're introduced and whomever you dare try to engage. Hopefully the gallery staff and owners are making the introductions as the latter doesn't always go as you might hope. There can be so many to meet and the people you thought were engaged in conversation about your work might instead be talking about anything but that, or worse, why they don't like it.
The lead up to this opening was a collection of errors bordering on the comical - from the frames the wrong size, the car breaking down, the cat running out the door as I was trying to depart, to the friendly police office lecturing me on speed limits. It was, however, a good event. A piece or three may have sold immediately and the response was very positive. We'll see how the rest sell - today's economy dictates deliberation on items of this price. I met some other artists, many supportive people, and some patrons from across the economic spectrum. I didn't tell too many off-color stories, make fun of anyone's paintings, or spill a drop of wine. A good day.
The best might be the woman working their shows, serving the refreshments. She's working towards a painting rather being paid in cash. She wants one of mine.
