So as you may have imagined by now, the opening of my show did actually occur. All of the work got made in time (as it always does, even though I teeter on the brink, I’ve never had a show where the work wasn’t ready) and the opening took place on Thursday night, one of record setting cold here in NYC. The gallery is located on 22nd street between 10th and 11th avenue, meaning that it’s about two blocks from the Hudson river. By 6pm Thursday a vicious wind was coming off the river and the claim was that wind chill was down around 15-20 degrees below. That I couldn’t gage – I do know it was fucking cold. Despite that, a surprising number of people showed up. including Thor. I felt very gratified, although some of it was quite surreal. Since I grew up here, the people who come to my openings can really ruin the gamut. There was a girl who I went through fifth grade with, and several generations of former students. Folks from SF, members of Hot Ash, current and former co-workers. My favorite lesbian performance artist, a former girlfriend and her son, that guy with the frizzy hair who goes to EVERY New York opening, and some weird guy trying to schmooze me for admittance to the private party afterwards. One shocking thing about New York is that people actually go out to openings as a thing to do, so there is also a contingent of just curious folks who show up and hang around.
As events, openings are not my favorite – it’s impossible to have a satisfactory conversation with anyone – you’re constantly breaking off to say hi to someone else, and apologizing and doing it again. I worry about whether people are having an ok time, so I find myself fairly exhausted by the end of the evening. But even with that I was very happy.
As for the work – There are nine pieces in the show, and as soon as I have a bit of an LJ tutorial I’ll post some pics of them. It’s my usual mix of objects , drawings and video. The things are pretty stark, and while I find them satisfying, I have no idea about how they come off to other people. Underlying everything are bits of racial tension, self criticism, and (I hope) humor. A former student, who has become a remarkable sculptor said that it was about loneliness, and I think it is, in part.
Now the fun part beings, in a way: I get to hear from folks about how they are seeing things and what the pieces evoke for them. I’ve been back to the gallery a couple of times, and each time has produced an interesting conversation. The problem with the show is that since it includes video footage of me, it’s impossible for me to just sit there and observe people looking at the work. I immediately get asked if I’m the artist. So, it looks like I’m going to be having a lot of talks.
Well, there’s more on the way, but that’s the initial report. Got any questions? I’d be glad to answer them.