Friday night’s artist’s reception passed like a dream.
Music was provided by jazz luminaries Vernon Hairston and Bradley Mellen. These two played their arty hearts out with such sophistication and refinement, it was a privilege to be there.
Friends contributed scrumptious, homemade appetizers to complement what the Cultural Arts Center provides. I am fortunate to be in a position to throw a nice party.
New themes, interesting connections and unintentional narratives have emerged.
Seeing it all together feels like the untieing of a knot. No more grief. Assignment completed.
It was a big assignment. The first time I conducted a choir was in a large black church with around a thousand people in attendance. This show feels similar in scale and personal risk. The space is huge, taking up much of the first floor of an old brick armory. Gallery space stretches in all directions, like an empty prairie. You look around and know you’ve taken on a big one.
Making sense out of such a large body of work was the hard part. The biggest and best pieces went up quickly but after that, things went into slow motion. Just like a jigsaw puzzle, they speeded up again toward the end. Earlier decisions determined later ones, but somehow it all seemed inevitable. Hipster hubby Joel did most of the physical work of hanging while I played trusty assistant. There are around 80 pieces in the exhibit. It took seven full hours to get the show up.
So what now? I long to take a break from painting: partly because I’m just tired and partly because I want to contemplate the amount of energy-in vs energy-out contained in this enterprise. If the aim is prayer, I could go on forever, but I’m nagged by the desire for an unambiguous “yes” from the world. I think it’s necessary to meditate on what I’m really up to. There are a million other avenues for creativity. The great secret of art is that the process is the same, no matter what you do.