Last night was the closing reception of not a show, but the gallery, and I am sad to see them go as I have seen many a fantastic shows at Guild and Greyshkul. The space was as crowded as I would’ve expected, packed to the brim, resulting in beer shortage, uncomfortably close proximity exchange, and inevitably, toppled sculptures and paintings brushed along hands, bottles, and jackets. A friend and I were the unofficial artwork guardians, taking pictures of spectators taking pictures and chatting up a storm, nudging between and under to view the overabundance of artwork installed, even those unluckily paintings hung just a few inches off the floor. I couldn’t help thinking how odd it would be to be involved in a show of such grandiose hype and scale and gather all your friends to view that small painting you painted hanging on the far corner an inch off the floor that can only be seen by crouching in the most anti art viewing etiquette means. I had a bunch of a good time making fun and taking pictures of works I can’t put a name to, a visual review below.
A merry crowdUnfortunately void of good looking people.
Except for maybe the purple Octopus man, wonder if he’s single…
His performance stirred the crowd
They were as enamored as we were.
They were too bewildered to notice one of two glass sculptures topple to the floor, only to be kindly replaced by a nice lady (artist?)
This was our favorite. Textured streaked painting that was red when seen from one side,
And blue from the other. Fascinating.
A delicate pencil drawing, simple and beautiful abstraction,
A mechanically functional looking wooden sculpture, raw and unfinished in hue and gradation,
Remember in elementary school obsessively repetitively writing the letter S? We were fascinated by the uniform of short lines drawn vertically then connected with diagonla interconnections. Its present on the upper left corner of this statue of liberty sketch. Very random.
Paper boat construction afloat above us all,
Paper construction of what looks like roads, buildings collaged and shaped like the US
Took a while to figure out what that said. I barely paid attention to the filled in painting.
Animated picnic table cloth, pins marching.
Orgy with Grasshopper.
Grumpy old joggers with fanny packs.
Horses. and lots of them. Creepy.
After awhile I quit taking pictures of what was on the wall and just snapped the crowd.
Isn’t that the guy behind The Journal? O and here’s Olivia, bedazzled.
This made our night.
Some bloke: is that real?
Olivia: it’s scratch and sniff.