Wednesday night’s critique went better than I expected, or perhaps I didn’t have any expectations.
Friday, October 7th, 2016
At first I had developed this elaborate way to “distract” my peers from the work, and the one remnant of that strategy appeared in my looping my current three videos in different orders on two screens. I was happier using the “Smart” TVs I bought, because they had all of the necessary equipment to show the pieces properly. I also need to think about the promotional work I need to do, like getting my Facebook page set up and promoted.
After the first critique of the evening, in which the artist requested a “cold read” for ten minutes and then explained her work, I felt comfortable with this procedure. So I purchased a couple,of snacks, which they appreciated, arranged seven chairs in my tight space, turned the lights to mid-intensity, and hoped for the best. Happily, the experience was positive, although I’d do perfectly fine without it, as well. I’m perfectly happy with any interpretation of my work. The good news is that the interpretations were more or less in line with most of my thoughts, so it was fine. Now, of course, I’m concerned that people will claim that I haven’t “grown” or whatever. I’ll deal with that when the time comes.
I’m going uptown to happily help a friend of mine, who has been so nice enough to interview me and visit my shows. She wants to get good installation view shots of her work, so I’m going to sign her into the building and allow her to hang on one of the big walls in P******. We’re meeting at 9am and thankfully I’m still on time. While she’s working on her hanging, I’ll supervise and work on things I need to do, like possibly editing the video I shot yesterday.
I was running around to catch the 7 pm show at 34th street. I made it in time, and my seat was still there. The movie theaters have instituted reserved seating in a lot of places, which certainly benefits the early bird. One just has to hope that he or she doesn’t have to request that someone leave their seat, if someone else has usurped,it, as that could be uncomfortable.
What else? Next week is the first of two “Mentor Weeks” with a prominent artist. It’s a commitment of time, so we’ll see how that goes. I need to tell my Art Criticism class teacher about that. I can’t imagine it will be a problem. If so, we’ll have to deal with it.
I saw a film called Danny Says at the IFC Film Center on 6th avenue. The documentary featured interviews with various stars of the late-1960s and early-1970s Detroit/New York City punk scene and animated recollections about the music impresario, Danny Fields. The movie recounted his youth as a gay man at that time, and the man himself regaled the interviewer with tales of his sexual escapades and professional exploits. I enjoyed the film for its evocations of the period and archival photos, but otherwise the show wasn’t very “rock ‘n’ roll.”