Good Morning Patrons of the Arts,
I’d like to personally thank those of you that supported my little soiree’ last Friday during the monthly art walk. Given my studio is in the nether regions of the building I was pleasantly surprised at the number of people that found me. Given the continued criticism from this my humble forum, I was nearly overwhelmed with emotion at the number of people wanting to talk about my unfinished work. As surprised as I was I’d forgotten how tedious it is to talk ‘art.’ While neither a wine-maker/taster nor recognized artist I believe the language spoken in their respective circles are similar. With a few choice words dropped at the appropriate time one can pass themselves off as an aficionado of either endeavor. I’m not sure why one chooses to do so, but I suppose pretence is part of being human.
A woman found my humble work space and was struck with one of my unfinished pieces. “I LOVE IT!” she declared loudly enough to be heard over the creaky wooden floor above supporting the 50-60 people wandering around upstairs. “What does it mean?” she queried. By using the words contrast-(ing), perspective, juxtaposition, persona, and throw in the occasional ‘interpretation’ or ‘interpretive’ one can get in or around a conversation about art in general or even a specific work. She was enthralled as she hung on every word while describing my own work, but Phillip her escort looked as though he wanted to shoot himself! I haven’t had this much fun since Cush shoved straws up his nose and hit on a transvestite! It appears I’ll need to print up biz cards or flyers with contact information because I can only hope the label used to jot my name and number down will stay intact.
While not expecting much to happen last Friday there was lots of feedback both praise and not so much praise. Remembering my very last exhibit 30 years ago I would walk in the gallery as if looking at the work, but I was really interested in is hearing the comments being made while going from piece to piece. I soon discovered this practice is a double-edged sword as it could be uplifting or brutal. “Look at this Jamie–I could shit something out better than this!” or a variation of it was common, but there were an equal number that would sing my praises. I eventually got to the point where I didn’t want to hear either. If you want to insult the artist while in his/her presence use the term “that’s interesting.” What you’re really saying is “I have to wash my hair” as opposed to going out with you. Nondescript words that underpin negative opinion without confrontation such as interesting, oh my Lord, and my favorite; that’s unbelievable are phrases learned through experience. Don’t try this on your own it takes years of practice.
All-in-all though I’d have to say I was pleased at the number of people that find their way around the maze of studios and galleries to seek out their favorite or new artists that show promise. The wine and cheese stories are a bit exaggerated to say the least as I was prevented from serving my “Free Range” red wine in the studio! However, I managed to discreetly decant a bit of it to a selected few but it wasn’t the imbibing I would have preferred.
Mark your calendars for June 3rd as I get a feeling I’ll be on “Double secret probation” and you know how ODD I am. It has the potential to be entertaining.