Whirlwind of a Weekend

Well, this weekend was the crazy exciting opening. All the guitars were hanging up and all pretty, well most of them. It was really nice to see them all done and together. We all wrote cards to explain our ideas behind making the guitar, which was really nice to see what was in the other artists minds when they were creating the guitars.

So i go to the opening night and it's in this big industrial building that will one day be these lofts that i would never ever be able to afford. But the building was all gutted and industrial and bad lighting. What potential it has for great things other than young rich yuppies moving in. I walked around looking at all the art, and made my way to the guitar. Mine was the only one that was not displayed with the others, since it had to be hanging. I stayed around the area a little before wandering around to see everything else and say a lot of people stopping and looking at it and reading the description and then taking a picture of it. It was great. People were taking a picture of my guitar. I wonder what the hell they will do with it later, but still, a nice form of flattery none the less.

I saw another piece by a girl i used to work with when i worked for an artist in Brooklyn. I figured she just may be there. I had heard from a friend of mine that she was in the exhibition. After walking around, i was standing by my piece trying to evesdrop on anything being said about the sculpture. Always the best way to get an honest critique. Anywho, i am bored not talking to anyone and then i see the girl. We both smile and give each other a hug. It was nice seeing her. I hadn't worked with that artist for about 2 1/2 years and i know she had left maybe a year before hand. I caught her up on all the gossip. How shit hit the fan and that everyone quit the job and the fights that happened.

While i was talking to her, this woman comes up next to me and i look over and she asks my name. I look at her, register her face and realize that i used to live in the same dorm as her my sophmore year in college. She was actually a really important person in my life, whether she knew it or not. She was the first person to get me stoned, not that that is an important moment in history or anything. But the important one is that she helped me change my major. I was originally an illustration major and was hating it. i was having horrible critiques and learning nothing from them. I got fed up, went to bitch to her about it and she opened the course book and threw it in front of me and told me to pick out every class i liked or would like to take. They were all sculpture classes. She says- well, i think you just picked your major. I was like- holy shit, you're right. Duh!

I was so happy to see her. We caught up on old times and where people were. She told me that they had been wondering what had happened to me. Like i feel off the face of the earth. I just wonder in the back of my mind, why did i meet her again? Not meaning that it is a bad thing. Hell no! I am so psyched. But because she had played an important role to me earlier......... and she is also the Director of Exhibitions at a gallery in DUMBO, Brooklyn. Very exciting. I am a firm believer that everything happens for a reason, so we will see about this one i guess.

The next day, i still got great feed back on the sculpture, so i now know i am going in the right direction. There were the open studio tours and it made me long for my own studio. I need my own studio. I need a place where i can spread out, make a mess and not feel guilty about it. I can just walk away from a piece and come back to it whenever i want, not worrying that it may be in someone's way. Seeing other studios and seeing open exhibition space locally made me desire it more and more. And the amount of bad art did too. There were only a few things that i thought were interesting. And let me stress FEW. I need to get my shit out there. I am getting a good response and that definitely sparked my desire to make more. How pathetic huh? i feel like that famous Hollywood line- They like me! They really really like me! But sadly, that is what makes us all move forward. Knowing that someone does appreciate you.