Personally, I can’t wait for 2011 to be over, and it’s just a few more hours now. Even though I have had some great opportunities this year, it was not without many personal pitfalls that at times I thought would be unsurmountable, but I made it through and I start 2012 with a clean slate and with the resolution to not be bullied for saying what I feel is right.
For the past several weeks, I have had Rebel HQ NYE invite in my Facebook events calendar. I originally had different plans for tonight, but clearly I’m not at some party and I’m relieved actually. New Years is always cold and uncomfortable, and even though I was looking forward to meeting new artists and people, I am quite happy to be spending my evening with Sonya and my new laptop. Knowing that I had no plans, I had been looking at the Rebel invite for most of today and finally decided that I would at least spend the last night of year looking at the work of a local Providence artist.
So, I headed over to 536 Hope St and I consider myself pretty brave, but this was a little scary for me. The party and exhibit was happening inside a house that nowhere said 536 outside. I awkwardly opened the gate and went up the stairs. There were two people on the front porch and the guy walked me in, but that was it. I was on my own, and let met tell you this was a scene that made me feel beyond uncomfortable. In addition to the dozens of eyes sizing me up, the work, which was really interesting, was poorly displayed. In a house like this, where art and knickknacks are potentially everywhere, how was I supposed to know what was the work of Keri Marion? If I hadn’t taken a look at her website, then I would never have known. I may be called snarky again, or attacked and taken out of context on Facebook, but let me just say how if you are going to advertise the party as an open house art gallery and exhibit the work of an artist, wall tags and exhibition lists are important!! If you are going to use the party to exhibit work, make it somewhat professional and if you still forgo the list, you still needed the tags. This was not supposed to be a closed house party, but it sure felt like it.
The work of Keri Marion was described as neo-minimalist and that she was influenced by the dadaist and the fluxist, but from what I could see of it, I couldn’t see any of those elements in her work, though I still liked it, but I definitely felt like I couldn’t really spend any time really looking at anything. If I were her, I’d actually be kinda pissed, though I’m sure she wasn’t. I loved her leather work and her sculptural work in the test tubes. Her drawings reminded me of topographic maps, but I really liked her cross-stitched squares. Because of the thread and the fabric, the piece had texture and the difference of tones was very successful versus the flatness of the drawings.
My favorite tubes, I’ve been on an UK royal history kick lately. That head feels very Anne Boleyn to me. Again though, there was no wall tag, so I’m assuming this is also by Keri Marion.
My pictures are typically horrible, but tonight they are especially bad because the whole situation was just so awkward. I normally feel weird taking pictures, but taking them in the middle of someone’s house that I don’t know during a party I feel like I’m crashing, it was too much. I don’t even think I saw the whole show, but since there were no wall tags I had no idea what I was even looking at. You invite that many people, you never know whose going to show up, but everyone who seemed like they belonged looked like they were having a good time. After seeing the drawings blocked behind the door, I had enough and left as awkwardly as I arrived, relieved that the whole ordeal was over with yet still glad I had seen her work.
So, for everyone who followed this blog this past year, I wish you all a very happy new year. =]