I said there’d be a Part 3 to my THIS LAND show story, and it’s a bit overdue now. So, here it is. I’ve been busy with other things. So, sorry for the delay (if you’ve been waiting, that is).
This covers the Artist’s talk that occurred on Saturday, October 1st, at the gallery. LA WEEKLY‘s Art Editor, Shana Nys Dambrot led the conversations with artists Kelly Berg, Debbie McAfee, and myself. If you want to see the whole talk in its entirety, it’s now on YouTube here. It was filmed via iPhone by Craig.
I arrived in Santa Monica late on Friday, but I’d previously driven a bit out of my way to see a friend’s group show at Cal Baptist University, Riverside. However, although the gallery was open, the gate was locked to non-students. It was an exhausting and irritatingly hot, sweaty hour of wasted time. I was pretty angry about that whole experience, and disappointed that I didn’t get to see her show. I had to park in three different places on the campus before being anywhere near it, had to ask two different people if they knew where the place was, and finally, the walk to the gallery was longer than I thought. It was 90 degrees out or more.
I had to get back on the road and check into my Airbnb, which was equally as frustrating. It was a cute little guesthouse in Ocean Park. But the inside was like an oven. There was an AC unit in there, but it had a sign on it about not using it between the hours of 4-9 pm. Whaa? I was a bit shocked. I texted the owner, who eventually said I could turn it on. It took a few hours to cool the place down, but at least it finally worked. Yay!
But then, by 9:00, the wifi went out. No TV. I need the TV on so I can fall asleep. I’m weird like that. I don’t really watch it or anything. I just need to hear it softly so it will put me to sleep. I wound up turning it off at some point.
By morning it came back on, but I don’t care about TV then. And I had to get ready for the talk.
Then, I get a text from, of all people, my brother. What does he want? He wants me to communicate more with my nephew because he’s depressed. Why suddenly am I hearing about what to do with my life from my brother? I can’t deal with this right now, so I deleted his message and kept getting ready. But now I keep thinking about it and start to defend myself in my brain about all the times I have tried to communicate with my nephew, and he doesn’t communicate back. I’m not about to tell my brother that though. I haven’t talked to him in eons.
Anyway, I brought my camera and a tripod, along with the brand-new mic I’d just purchased. I was going to video the whole talk. But when I got there, all the chairs were set up in a circle in Kelly’s space around her installation piece. I didn’t understand how the talk would go or where to put my camera. I was a little confused.
Craig said we’d start in Kelly’s room, move everyone to Debbie’s space, and end with me. I set the camera up on one side of my room hoping to get the tail end of the talk. The camera will only run for 30 minutes max anyway, and I was told the entire event would only be 45 minutes. Then we would start the Q and A.
It didn’t happen like that, so I didn’t videotape it. Kelly’s portion took about a half-hour. Shana and Kelly talked in the doorway between the two spaces. It went well. When it was my turn, we stayed put in the doorway. My camera was facing the wrong way, so it was useless to turn it on. I took up about 20 more minutes. I’m not exactly sure. I was nervous and can’t remember much about it. But there were no questions for me. Not one. (Sad face.)
Debbie’s talk took about the same time as mine, and she had many questions to answer. It is her first major solo show, and I am super happy for her. She was nervous beforehand, but you’d never know. She did so well! I think she has sold almost all of her work now.
Some people bought my catalogs. That was nice. I even signed one. There were coffee and donuts, and Bridget saved me the last donut (not that I needed it) Ha ha ha!
I was glad when it was over. Relieved. I was a little embarrassed that no one seemed interested. I’d only had two pieces sold on the wall at that point.
When I left, I drove to George Billis Gallery to see my friend Valerie Wilcox‘s show. It’s excellent! Her abstract wall constructions are elegant and simply beautiful. The other two artists there were also great, but I was partial to Valerie’s work.
I hung out with the director, Tressa Williams, for a while. She’s my previous dealer from days of ole. It was very nice to catch up and rekindle the friendship.
From there, I went to the market and picked up more food than I needed, and holed up in the guesthouse. I watched a movie (Lou), and then that was it because the wifi went out again for the remainder of my stay. I couldn’t fall asleep that night. I think I got three hours. In the early morning hours, I couldn’t get back to sleep. I had plans for breakfast with my friend Paul Pitsker (who was at my talk), but I had to cancel. I was out of it and decided to down three cups of coffee and drive home, which took me less than two hours!
My show runs until the 22nd and Kelly (and maybe Debbie too) will be at the gallery on the last day for another meet-and-greet. Craig extended an invitation for me to come that day, but I backed out since I don’t think it would be worth the trip both financially and energy-wise. Sometimes, you have to accept what you can and can not control in this life, but we’ll see what happens.