September 24, 2009

why i chose a restaurant over an art gallery for the print-signing party

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[Me hol­ding up one of the Pur­ple Cows, right after they were prin­ted. An exci­ting day for all con­cer­ned, indeed…]

[UPDATE: The 6-9pm sig­ning party is now fully boo­ked. Sorry about that. Howe­ver, if you want to RSVP via email at gapingvoidvip@gmail.com, we can put you on the wai­ting list, or just RSVP for the 9pm-12pm after-party: it’ll still be fun, and  we still have plenty of room left for that. Thanks!][UPDATE: Space is run­ning pretty tight on the 9pm after-party as well, so please RSVP ASAP, Thanks!]

When we were loo­king around for venues to host The Pur­ple Cow print-signing party, the obvious thing to do was to talk to some New York art galle­ries about hiring their venue for the eve­ning. And so we did.

These con­ver­sa­tions, howe­ver, soon got old. It wasn’t that we didn’t have the bud­get– we did– and it wasn’t that they weren’t nice enough peo­ple– they were– it was just this nag­ging fee­ling I was getting.

The fact is, I’ve been to maybe hun­dreds of art ope­nings over the years. And my main take out from that? Peo­ple don’t like them. Peo­ple are never at their best at them. Everybody’s inva­riably han­ging around, loo­king awk­ward, loo­king down at their feet, trying hard not to say anything stupid.

I never liked that socially oppres­sive aspect of art gallery ope­nings, and I never assu­med I was so spe­cial, that this exact same phe­no­me­non wouldn’t be hap­pe­ning here again.

So I said, to hell with it. I don’t want peo­ple loo­king down at their feet. Not at my show. I had such a good time at my last New York twee­tup, so let’s just use that venue ins­tead. The ilili Bar, just north of Union Square. Easy.

Besi­des, as any long-time gaping­void rea­der knows, my art career got its start in New York bars. So there’s something “full-circle” about this…

Sure, the Art Mafia will pro­bably whine like school­girls about my deci­sion [When are they NOT whi­ning like school­girls?]. Screw ‘em.

[P.S. For those mis­sing out on the party, the Pur­ple Cow print is for sale over here at the gaping­void Gallery etc.]

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7 Responses to “why i chose a restaurant over an art gallery for the print-signing party”

  1. Tim Grahl says:

    Haha. “Art Mafia”. Funny men­tal pic­tu­res with that one.

  2. Jen Mathis says:

    I’m still a n00b, but the few show ope­nings I’ve had were *extre­mely* uncom­for­ta­ble– to the point I really don’t want to do another!

    Good call on trying to alle­viate some of the pain.

  3. Shelley Noble says:

    Right on. Rock on. You’ve put a light­bulb on for me and my shows too. Thank you.

    heh, so now you are the the Art “Marfa”, I suppose!?

  4. Loved the story — actually love any story that demons­tra­tes the joy of a ‘full circle’ moment. I found this through Chris Bro­gan. He is a good con­tact for fin­ding inte­res­ting peo­ple; not to men­tion now I know a great place to find uni­que Christ­mas gifts.

  5. Daniel Sroka says:

    Art should always be seen out in the wild, not in some arti­fi­cial set­ting, pin­ned to the wall like a cap­tu­red butterfly.

  6. MRichardson says:

    Smooth move, very modern

  7. Jody Reale says:

    Hugh, I noti­ced that the same thing hap­pe­ning when an author relea­ses a new book and holds a rea­ding. Nobody likes sit­ting on his hands in a books­tore for 2 hours. And that’s why I’m such a super­fan of the Lite­rary Death Match rea­ding series, where peo­ple are allo­wed to appre­ciate good lit while enjo­ying them­sel­ves. Good for you.

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