I spent the evening of 11-11-11 at the opening of the Irascible Muse at the Bill Lowe Gallery. This is the second time I've been to one of their openings in the last quarter, and some things are pretty much the same from my last visit. But I won't bore you with the details since this is a repeat location for an event that is somewhat the same. You'd think it'd be somewhat of the same observations from the last visit, and more or less it was, same swanky Buckhead art elitist crowd, except for the following:
1. Those same swanky Buckhead art elitist crowds can actually be very rude and obnoxious when there's a buffet table in front of them on a Friday night. My oh my, was there a scramble for the buffet line, the only thing ignored was the wine, (which sadly was still Trader Joe's), but everything else was devoured with reckless abandon, with no courtesy to other less-hungry guests. People saw food on a Friday night and their manners were quickly thrown out the window, jumping in front of me in line, reaching for the mini sandwiches by hand without using the pitchfork, double dipping into the guacamole dip with the crackers...this last one just blew my mind. It was a food frenzy art event. One time I stood still and observed from the 2nd floor as a new tray of mini triangular sandwiches and party crackers were laid out and in less than 15 minutes, the tray was all gone. Phew! I guess everyone had nothing better to do on the sanctimonious 11-11-11.
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| Buffet Table - Scene of the crime |
2. In between my observation of the food fetish (mildly-interested-in-art) crowd, during that 15 minutes of respite that I mentioned above, I happened to have a conversation with a nice British chap who was here on vacation on a stopover from his trip around America. He was couch-surfing his way across America. He had quit his nice cushy job as a Risk Management executive to, I guess, "find himself". His trip had taken him through New York, where he lived on a couch for 6 weeks, Knoxville TN and now Atlanta, from where he'd head to Coral Gables, Florida or something. For that 15 minutes where we stopped to talk it was quite illuminating, like a breath of fresh air, amidst the food frenzy at an art event. We talked about feminism (his sister is a feminist), the war and how the Newspapers try to make us "pro-war" as he termed it, and how his ambition as a wartime blogger may be fun and fulfilling but not financially rewarding. I agreed with that one. Wouldn't I love to leave the 9 - 5 to do this blogging schtick full-time? I feel bad I never got his number or his blog address just so I can observe his blog musings of his trip across the US. I didn't even take a picture with him! I found him really intriguing...wish I had requested that information. Don't be like me, when you meet intriguing people, ask for their information. Please. You might never get to see them again! It's so funny the people you meet at these things, you might want to meet them again but can't. At least this way, you can at least hear from them again.
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| Bird's eye view of the art |
3. Then, there was this piece. I had been thinking of this all through the week of 11-11-11. I had been thinking of sitting still, being one with myself and just observing the quiet of one's life, taking a breather from it all to just exhale. Then, I attend this opening and bump into this...it just made everything stop for a second just so I could assimilate and exhale. If we could only tear ourselves from the food long enough to appreciate the art, there were quite a few moving pieces.
Of course, it won't be an art event without THE ABSOLUTELY FAVORITE PIECE OF THE EVENING. There she is below...so perfect, so sublime, so pristine, so bourgeoisie, so breathtaking! Oh, how I just love her breasts :-P
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