Its been awhile since I saw this show. A month already! If I recall correctly, it was a busy night a clear light moon, ‘Boutman was on the street, trying to consume, some art for the eve, so I could get some words, posted on the blog, written like a nerd. Not gonna lie, I don’t remember every piece in the show. I do remember some thumpin’ beats coming out of the gallery, though. I bobbed my head as I went around the space checking out the work.
I quickly caught on to the theme. Sex. Sarah Raymer invited other artists to help explore this concept. I remember seeing work by Matthew Rodriguez and John Mulvany. The postcard also lists Theresa Marchetta and Aryn Glazier. Entering the space through the bay door, a couple of Mr. Rodriguez’s pieces were to the left. I believe Mr. Mulvany’s work was nearby as I continued into the gallery. There were other works in between and after them. I have a faint memory of a squirrel obsessing over nuts, or maybe it had over-emphasized genitals. Or it could have been the flying squirrel that had the big ones, as I recall thinking how difficult it must be to glide with those things weighing you down.
Overall, the show had a young, almost immature atmosphere about it. It felt like a conversation with a high school teenager (or with me). The topic and forum were very much adult and sophisticated, but the individuals quickly deviated into obscene and blunt humor. At the entrance/ exit there was an image of a seated Jesus preaching to the Apostles while Cinderella, dressed in her work rags was collaged to look as if she was giving him head. That pretty much killed the mood. I had no problem with the psychotic squirrel or the penis sculpture, but this felt like a forced attempt at looking cool, smart and funny.
I tried really hard to look beyond the one-liner, but I didn’t find anything. The whole show didn’t feel like this though. I do remember a nice series of watercolor drawings. The image depicted a mattress with a lightbulb over it. It was appropriately rendered, giving it a mood and relevance to the show’s topic. And although his imagery was the most childish, Mr. Rodriguez came off as mature since his work was very subtle in the love department.
I didnt enjoy the show much, with only one or two pieces feeling sucessful, but the theme was coherent. The show felt BAD. I do recognize the effort put into it, but the quality seemed too young to be impressive.
I’ll tell you ’bout what I sees.