25 August 2006

Booze 'N' Blues Show

My husband and I attended the “Booze’N’Blues” art show at a gallery in the downtown of a subarb north of us. We went for the free wine tasting as much as the art. Influenced by Warhol and Lichtenstein, the artist pasted newspaper clippings together to act as a canvas for his caricatures of famous jazz musicians. As far as I could tell, the clippings themselves were insignificant. (One of the headings showed promise announcing “the end of an era” across the musician’s forehead, but it was joined by what looked to be random selections.) The pieces chosen for this show demonstrated skill but not much imagination with a few exceptions in the back room (i.e. “Street Spirit,” a window piece combining ancient themes of Christ with city-scapes and street artists). Still, it was enjoyable art. It may not be life-changing art-altering work, but it was good for a date night. Home the following day, I googled the artist, Justin Hunt. His webpage exhibited talent and eye appeal, pop art swayed by pop music of the twentieth century, fun stuff for the trendy home looking for something more than Pier One. His flair, if he pursues challenges rather than quick-sells, has possibilities of developing art.
Back at the show, I was generally unimpressed until the woman standing next to me pointed out the artist, a young twenty-something (and by twenty-something, I mean pushing twenty) with designer jeans and trendy (i.e. expensive) shoes. In my opinion, no artist should be shown and selling until they have learned the craft of starving. This young man obviously had it too easy. I moved from generally unimpressed to bitter and gulped down more wine.
The gallery is small, so we made our way through the two rooms in a short amount of time, pushing our way through folks who seemed to attend the event for chit-chat as well as art. This show was the social event of the town. A blues band wept outside in keeping with the theme of the show. Other art galleries, antique shops, and wineries on the square participated in this small town affair, reminiscent of a Gilmore Girls’ Stars Hollow event. All shops, by the way, offered wine and cheese at the least with some adding a spread of coffee, vegetables and dip, and desserts. The local Art Institute, a few steps down the block from the gallery, served a chocolate cake on par with any groom’s cake. I highly recommend the cake.
The gallery hosts an up and coming local artist every month, complete with wine, appetizers, and quaint town life. My husband and I plan on making the drive up again in September’s.

13 comments:

Anonymous said...

I wish I lived closer!!

Michelle Pendergrass said...

I'm the one that wishes she lived closer. Blogger is on my last nerve lately...

Heather said...

Yeah, blogger sometimes makes me want to chunk a remote ;)
Love my typos - we'll drive up in September's? nice. for September's show.

tranthegirl said...

H, you gotta keep me in check about judging the affluent with their trendy designer shoes... so I'm keeping you in check now. So do you think this fella is dateable... nah, if he's got designer shoes, he may be more high maintenance than this mellow mamma can deal with.

willowtree said...

Like all art, its not about the artist, its about their sponsor.

No talent + Sponsor = fame

Talent + Sponsor = wealth

Talent + No sponsor = oblivian

S.K. said...

Heather:
The Illinois version this weekend is "Blues & BBQ." Entertaining on many levels.
Sarah

S.K. said...

the world keeps getting smaller -- it's fun to see michelle here(we chatted 3-way w/the hotel). I'll be knocking on your door if my wed. night roomie falls through & I'm left w/o a room. I'd love it if you & Heather can educate me in the world of blogging. I need my own site.

Michelle Pendergrass said...

Hey Sarah!!

You don't need Heather and I to educate you! Blogger has made it really simple. (Do I sound like a commercial yet?)

You pick the background and that's about it. There's fancy stuff but you don't need any of that to write! (Told you--you DO need a blog!) :D

R.G. Ryan said...

They have a thing here in Las Vegas called "Fourth Friday," which is all about the things you mentioned...you know, artists showing their wares, wine tasting. It's getting quite popular. I mean last month both artists actually showed up.

Both artists actually showed...see, that was a joke...Las Vegas...oh, never mind.

Dineen A. Miller said...

Art Institute? I'm a graduate of one of the Art Institutes. It seems a lot of today's art reflects the rushed mentality that is so prevalent in life today. So much seems undeveloped and unfocused. I watch my daughter paint and she takes days to complete a painting she's thought about for months. One project has lived in her brain for nearly two years. Can't wait to see that one unfurl.

Hey, at least you had wine and cake! LOL!

Heather said...

Sarah - can't wait to see your blog! Tran - definitely not your style. Ron - stick with your day job :)

Erin said...

Perhaps the fancy footwear belonged to a friend with cash flow and Mr. Struggling Artist borrowed them so he didn't look like a slob on the gallery night. Maybe his mama bought him a new pair of jeans for the occassion? She probably tried to convince him that cordouroy wears longer than denim too... ;)

Willowtree's "Art Equations" are sad, but true. Although I do think that in today's pomo culture, if you truly are good at what you do, word gets out. People start to talk. You may never be a millionaire, but there are a lot more forums for quality artistic expression. And a lot more people looking with critical eyes.

Robin said...

A blues band wept outside in keeping with the theme of the show.

Sentences like that one are why I so ENJOY reading you, Heather.

I've been occupied enough IRL lately, I'm way behind on blogging in every sense (mainly reading & commenting). Miss ya, girlieiQ;).