1. Doing poetry along with the paintings was a lot of fun, but a little disconcerting because I was working from memory and didn't want to fluff the words. It all seemed to go well, although I'm sure some people were a little baffled to walk into a gallery and hear someone spouting verse.
2. I forgot my artist's statement, which was both a blessing and a curse. The latter: I missed a chance to explain the show in a way people could read on their way into the gallery and come back to as they viewed the pieces. The former: I enjoyed visiting with and explaining the concept (color / shape / symbol / communication) to people.
3. It seemed to be an all-or-nothing proposition as to whether people were willing to come in and engage with the works. Either they came halfway up the stairs, saw blocks of color and turned right back around, or they came in, looked at pieces and started talking about the titles and/or colors (which gave me an opening to interject myself and explain the show). There wasn't much middle ground. It might sound strange, but that's not a bad thing. I'd rather have an honest "not my thing" than the kiss-of-death "I don't have anything to say, so I'll just say 'This is nice.'"
Images soon, I hope. I have to get the right cable/adapter/reader to hook up the camera and the computer.
Thanks to all who came out and sent well wishes. The show's viewable for the next three weeks, by appointment. Email plenumpacekc@gmail.com to set something up, if you'd like to see it.
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