This evening was the opening for the State of the Arts. I know I was in the show last year, but I felt like it was an excuse for me to have the night off and to be social, what little socializing there was to be had. People allegedly stayed in rather than venture out into the light mist of an evening in June… its what, 65 out? Its not like its 30 below and snowing. There were plenty of cars, as I parked pretty far away from URI and took my gimpy umbrella, every little gust of wind made it wish to turn inside out so I had to hold it, after I figured out that it wasn’t broken in the first place that is. Maybe everyone owns gimpy umbrellas that didn’t go out this evening and that is the reason Providence looked like a ghost town… hardly anyone on the streets, driving or walking yet so many cars parked… weird.
I stopped off at Gallery Q in hopes that the Sabrina Blaze performance was still going on an hour after it started,I was a bit late. No such luck, it was a ghost town of gays in there as well…which is unfortunate, because the work was interesting. I enjoyed the installation of the little cut-out people over a light, it was a like a people-cut-out chandelier, I think it was made of paper. Also, Tamara Diaz had some work in the show, her work is always amazing. There was also an entire wall of pulp book covers – the kind of pulp books from like the 50′s that were about how depraved gays were even though it was typically gay writers who wrote them. It was a double edged sword because they could write about being gay, but it had to have a sad ending for the gay ‘heros’ of the story… but the covers are always hilarious.
Then I was off into the rain, and across the street to URI for yet another dead evening at yet another gallery. Tamara Diaz had work in this show too – good for her – its right there when you walk through the door along with some weird kinetic sculptures. I was also psyched to see work by Astrid because her work is amazing. My work is hung in the exact same spot that it was last year – up stairs on the landing – I wonder if the curator did that on purpose? I always pass right on by my own work if no one I know is with me, at least others were not doing the same. There were some interesting photos on the stairway but I forget who did them.
I headed out the door leading to Washington St… skipped across the street missing puddles and crack dealers at the bus stop in front of Lupos and on to the As220 Project Space. And no one was there either! The artists, Nick Hollibaugh and Ben Watkins, got this huge review in the Projo too! There was supposed to be a ‘artist talk’ at 6 and when I arrived it was after 6 and there was approximately 6 people there including myself… needless to say, the talk had yet to start…they just asked us if we had any questions. I really enjoyed some of the pieces, I’m glad I didn’t skip over the show because the piece that they showed in the projo just looked, meh. But it wasn’t all, meh, some of it was pretty amazing. The space is so small though, that was the first time I’d been there. And I ran into Neal (As220 gallery director) so we chatted, after asking me about my work/exhibits, he said he might head on over to URI if there was time later.
Since it was still raining and I was getting wet anyhow, I headed on over to As220 on Empire St. because it was on the way back to my car in a roundabout sort of way. I fell in love with some mixed media pieces by Leslie Friedman, that I could never possibly afford… or really have the room for because they were pretty large scale.
By this time, I decided that no one was coming to my show, as I hadn’t received any phone calls or text messages, so I went to Reflections for iced chai and decided to call it a night…I’ve decided to end my evening by checking out those Pixies videos I didn’t get to watch on stereogum, maybe read the “sookie stackhouse” novel that I borrowed…