I had a blast this past week. So much of my time was spent thinking about art.
Driving home between the Gallery 3 opening and the DAC/ TxBiennial opening I saw the remains of the Intel building.
With the sunset hitting it just right, I thought of Virginia Yount’s paintings. Ms.Yount, if its useful as source material, I offer the photograph as a gift. No charge.
Having spotted Jarrod Beck working on his installation at Site 1808 earlier in the week, I woke up startled to Friday’s early morning rainstorm. “Oh no! Jarrod’s work is getting wet!” Being 5:15 AM I went back to sleep for another hour and a half, hoping for the best.
After burning up from watching (gritting my teeth and not saying anything) some photographing jerk pick up Tom Orr’s mirrors at the DAC, I was in a different mindset when I witnessed a similar thing at Bolm on Saturday. Looking at Tiffany Carbonneau’s work I see some lady pick up one of the ceramic bottles and promptly lower it. “You know, its frowned upon to touch the work,” I let her know as she stands up. “Oh, this is mine” she says.
Dammit. “I knew it. I tell someone not to touch the art and its the artist. Sorry, its just one of my pet peeves.” So Ms. Carbonneau was removing a moth from one of the bottles. If that was indeed her. I looked for her later but couldn’t find her to confirm I heard her correctly.
I didn’t feel like socializing much the first two nights. I only talked to people I already knew. But at Bolm I was compelled to meet some artists. David, Buster & Jasmyne, Bill, Stacey, Katy, Aron and Erin, it was a pleasure and the highlights of my night to meet and chat with each of you.
So now that the giddyness of witnessing an art event is subsiding, I will start to really think about what I saw. Postings will be light. Give me another week or two and I’ll tell you ’bout what I sees.