I've been in shows where everything was legit, the gallery was organized, they hung my work the way it was meant to be hung, it was catered, there was music, etc. Nice, right? Then I've been in other shows where my stuff was scattered everywhere. I've had to pay to enter my work, and when you create lots of small pieces, which I do, it kinda hurts your wallet. Then, I didn't even sell anything. I've been in shows where they didn't bother to display the artists names and titles of the pieces. Shoot, I've been down the hall, up high in a corner. You name it, its happened.
So its always a mixed bag.
This was one of those times for my husband and his paintings. It was meh. I mean, his work was incredible and I'm glad people got to see some of it. But still, he is looking for bigger and better venues.
Friends and family came out to see and lots of them were kinda put off by the vibe. Most people hear "art show" and immediately expect some kind of museum. If you frequent art shows, then you know they are mostly warehouses with white walls. But its the artwork that makes it come alive.
This particular show was at a graffiti supply storefront, which also had a gallery space. But with every graff event, there is the "hood" element. I laughed and told my family that I must be desensitized, because I didn't even notice the boys in hoodies, the stench of cannabis sativa in the air, the neighborhood. I just focused on the paintings, on being with the people I loved, and the shine in my husband's eyes.
Either way, it was a fun night in El-lay. I got to hang out with my sister and bro. Had some sushi. I cackled like a hyena until my sides ached. And my husband got to share some of his passion with the world.
A painting by the artist Retna.
My favorite piece. My husband is such an amazing artist. I forget that, sometimes. But he really and truly is.