|I didn't get as many pictures as I wanted. I was too busy flapping|
my lips at people.
Despite the snow and nose hair freezing temperatures of Friday night I managed to pack up my entourage and check out the final product of the show I lent my 13 year old boy arms to help hang. We arrived early, about 6 and the mood was casual. At that time you could still pass through the narrow lobby to easily access either gallery. So we walked around gliding on the deep analog, long on release sine waves of the live music. Very Music for Airports. Sad I missed David Stempowski perform though. I am sure it was transformative. I saw an array of cool sound making devices in his arsenal.
There were lots of great friends already in attendance including Greg Ruffing who was in town and soon to open his own show at Arts Collinwood. He popped in before heading over there to represent his part in the group show over there.
I didn't get to take as many pictures as I had hoped. I bounced from conversation to conversation burning up most of the evening. Its funny now that I think back how much I liked all the art, the Vander Roe's, the Brandt, the Fuss snakes and the all the others. But being there that night was different than seeing them alone. On Friday all the photos hanging like ethereal backdrops to all the patrons thoughts and experiences. The work changes from when you view it singularly, alone and quiet, to when the crowds surround it. The energy of the work is activated by the crowd in such a different way. I see it differently in context with all the other people and their stories playing out. Especially the figurative pieces. They really become the manifestation of the humanity we all share. The people really are the final component in artwork.
We had a blast and as the night wore on, the crowd multiplied and multiplied to where the narrow foyer became a clogged drain, the bottle neck in the hour glass slowly seeping people from chamber to chamber. The boys were tired and I was claustrophobic. So I got some tacos from Touch and drove off shifting and eating all the way home.
|Boys and that lamb!|
|Fred enduring yet another photo op|
|Pork tacos on the drive home|