Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Show's Over
(Also published on "Unchain My Art")
Had the big show last weekend.
Amazing, how much work is put into a show that is on display for less than two days!
You go through the process of selecting the artwork to submit, a process garnished with extreme self-criticism over the quality and its chances to make it in. (being a juried show).
You send in the photos, pay the entry fee and then spend days sweating blood and biting your fingernails over whether it will be accepted or not.
Then you get the answers, and you mat and frame your art. (not an easy task sans fingernails).
Theeeeeen you deliver it for the receiving process.
Theeeeeeeeeeeeeen you hang the show ('cause you forget what a tough job it was last year, 'cause LimaB is in charge of the hanging and you want to help her, and 'cause you secretly admit to yourself that there's an immense satisfaction in that labor once it's all done). It takes 6 hours, you go home all scratched from metal frames and un-taped wire ends, swearing you'll never ever do it again.
Four hours later, you put on something presentable and try your best to look refreshed for the reception - scratches and all.
The day after, you get up early to do gallery sitting ('cause you volunteered....). Your romantic vision of spending the time chattign to art appreciators turns into a nightmarish policing due to little kids who insist on plucking seashells off a certain artwork and playing catch amongst the panels. Their parents, needless to say, don't bother to keep an eye on their unleashed offsrpings, as they are too busy themselves caressing other textural pieces or sneaking forbidden photos. You transform into a reprimanding monster, repeating the mantra "Please DO NOT touch the art". Soon enough, the word "Please" is omitted from your vocabulary. After an eternity (OK - four hours) of that kind of fun, you go home, swearing you'll never ever...
The day after, you go to pick up your artwork. Of course nothing sold - why would it? and you have a nice chocolaty handprint on your painting. you go home, swearing you'll never...
The day after, you go to drop your winning painting at the community center, where it will be on display for the next 2 months along with the other winners.
Oh yeah... I got an Honorable Mention on my "Dust to Dust" piece.
You think "hmm... maybe, after all, I will do it again next time".
Had the big show last weekend.
Amazing, how much work is put into a show that is on display for less than two days!
You go through the process of selecting the artwork to submit, a process garnished with extreme self-criticism over the quality and its chances to make it in. (being a juried show).
You send in the photos, pay the entry fee and then spend days sweating blood and biting your fingernails over whether it will be accepted or not.
Then you get the answers, and you mat and frame your art. (not an easy task sans fingernails).
Theeeeeen you deliver it for the receiving process.
Theeeeeeeeeeeeeen you hang the show ('cause you forget what a tough job it was last year, 'cause LimaB is in charge of the hanging and you want to help her, and 'cause you secretly admit to yourself that there's an immense satisfaction in that labor once it's all done). It takes 6 hours, you go home all scratched from metal frames and un-taped wire ends, swearing you'll never ever do it again.
Four hours later, you put on something presentable and try your best to look refreshed for the reception - scratches and all.
The day after, you get up early to do gallery sitting ('cause you volunteered....). Your romantic vision of spending the time chattign to art appreciators turns into a nightmarish policing due to little kids who insist on plucking seashells off a certain artwork and playing catch amongst the panels. Their parents, needless to say, don't bother to keep an eye on their unleashed offsrpings, as they are too busy themselves caressing other textural pieces or sneaking forbidden photos. You transform into a reprimanding monster, repeating the mantra "Please DO NOT touch the art". Soon enough, the word "Please" is omitted from your vocabulary. After an eternity (OK - four hours) of that kind of fun, you go home, swearing you'll never ever...
The day after, you go to pick up your artwork. Of course nothing sold - why would it? and you have a nice chocolaty handprint on your painting. you go home, swearing you'll never...
The day after, you go to drop your winning painting at the community center, where it will be on display for the next 2 months along with the other winners.
Oh yeah... I got an Honorable Mention on my "Dust to Dust" piece.
You think "hmm... maybe, after all, I will do it again next time".
Labels: Art, It's All About Me, Major Achievements
# posted by Nava @ 5:32 PM 
Comments:
of course you will do it again next year!!! cuz you're good at it and you enjoy it!!!
# posted by 
: 9/17/2008 12:13 PM
"dast to dast" is really a very good painting.
I'm impressed.
I cannot believe nobody wanted to buy it, unless it was very pricy or not for sale.
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# posted by : 9/17/2008 12:13 PM
: 9/17/2008 12:13 PM I'm impressed.
I cannot believe nobody wanted to buy it, unless it was very pricy or not for sale.
