t3chmonkey

I did the first Friday's thing last night. Which, for those outside the KC area, is when our little bohemian area of downtown conglomerates for multi-gallery simultaneous openings. Or, to be honest, when everyone comes downtown to people watch each other.

I try to at least glance at the art.

I find the whole thing frustrating. I am fucking appalled by 90% of it, and at least give credit to an idea on about 5%, dig 3% and love maybe 2%.

And I feel bad because I feel as if I'm either being hypercritical or undereducated by not appreciating other peoples art. I feel like a cretin because I check out the art and I can't figure out what makes their paint splatters so fucking special. What the hell is everyone staring at? What am I missing? Am I fucking stupid?

Which leads me to wonder if I'm really the right person to be running a gallery.
Or maybe it's exactly the right thing.
We'll find out, right?

I don't know. Already my limited experiences in running a gallery have taught me that it's a massive mistake to rely on artists for anything. Which, as an artist, I should have figured out with a little introspection. I'm also about to kind of slip into doing a little card line and modestly rowing it. Very simple, very easy stuff. Already have people who are begging to buy my shit and I've been down this exact road before.

I am like, five days late on my self imposed deadline and show no signs of stepping it up.

Business me is very pissed at Art me. Art me is indifferent and is going to go take a nap.

Business me hopes I have bad dreams and get back to fucking work.

It's weird being on both ends.