The Art of a New York Gallery Opening
Despite my Grinch-like attitude yesterday, there is much to love in New York. If you like art, you'll love the staggering amount of art found in museums and private galleries. If you've never been to the city, come with me for a virtual private party at The Cell, a 21st century salon www.thecelltheatre.org
An exhibit by artist and acupuncturist Barbara Weiss, a friend of a friend, enticed.
A gallery opening is always a buzzing hive of art lovers, friends, art collectors and
curiosity seekers. The art should be the star but it's sometimes trumped by colorful guests. Wine and conversation will flow, but first we need to enter the space. I've been going to galleries since early childhood and I'm surprised how many people find them intimidating, especially going alone. They worry that they don't know or understand art. They needn't worry. All art is subjective. You may want to ask yourself, "What is art anyway?" Normally, when I walk into a gallery alone, I like to take fly on the wall spontaneous shots but this time, I wanted to make a statement, and then I became invisible.
Barbara Weiss, the artist (under the orange painting) and gallery owner Nancy Manocherian (in profile) with guests.
Sometimes a space gets so congested, the art takes a back seat to schmoozing, nibbling food or canoodling. Everyone checks each other out. There is gossip.Who is wearing what. The light is bright to showcase the art but who is really on display?
Who is with who? Is the wine decent? Are there any red dots by a painting (indicating it's sold)? Is the art good? What is good? It is theater. It is performance art. I blend into the group. I am no longer a fly on the wall. I know art. I love art. Since I no longer paint, I no longer define myself as an artist (at least not a fine artist) but art is my life.
And then there is the art, laid bare. The artist equally naked. It's an act of courage. It's been this way for thousands of years. Art defines our civilization. It can be pompous and pretentious but it can also make our souls sing. You decide. If you are in the city, this show is on until Dec. 30. Barbaraweisstudio.com
An exhibit by artist and acupuncturist Barbara Weiss, a friend of a friend, enticed.
A gallery opening is always a buzzing hive of art lovers, friends, art collectors and
curiosity seekers. The art should be the star but it's sometimes trumped by colorful guests. Wine and conversation will flow, but first we need to enter the space. I've been going to galleries since early childhood and I'm surprised how many people find them intimidating, especially going alone. They worry that they don't know or understand art. They needn't worry. All art is subjective. You may want to ask yourself, "What is art anyway?" Normally, when I walk into a gallery alone, I like to take fly on the wall spontaneous shots but this time, I wanted to make a statement, and then I became invisible.
Barbara Weiss, the artist (under the orange painting) and gallery owner Nancy Manocherian (in profile) with guests.
Sometimes a space gets so congested, the art takes a back seat to schmoozing, nibbling food or canoodling. Everyone checks each other out. There is gossip.Who is wearing what. The light is bright to showcase the art but who is really on display?
Who is with who? Is the wine decent? Are there any red dots by a painting (indicating it's sold)? Is the art good? What is good? It is theater. It is performance art. I blend into the group. I am no longer a fly on the wall. I know art. I love art. Since I no longer paint, I no longer define myself as an artist (at least not a fine artist) but art is my life.
And then there is the art, laid bare. The artist equally naked. It's an act of courage. It's been this way for thousands of years. Art defines our civilization. It can be pompous and pretentious but it can also make our souls sing. You decide. If you are in the city, this show is on until Dec. 30. Barbaraweisstudio.com
Posted by Layla Morgan Wilde at 12/6/2011 11:06 AM 
Categories: Design, New York, Wordless Wednesday, Photography, Art
Tags: the art of a new york gallery opening the cell theater -NY barbara weiss-artist-exhibit anocherian-the cell
Categories: Design, New York, Wordless Wednesday, Photography, Art
Tags: the art of a new york gallery opening the cell theater -NY barbara weiss-artist-exhibit anocherian-the cell
I miss New York Gallery openings. For me it was the enviroment.. artists, paintings, patrons, conversations, and even a sip or two. It was meeting new people and friends. Memories fine fine memories.
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Frank, I'm so glad it stirred up good memories. It was my intention to show galleries are places for everyone.
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Your observations are spot on.
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