I finished the magazine, it is ready for the printers but they close for the weekend and labor day. Oh well, lots of people are out of town, many of my neighbors are at Burning Man. So when all of the art openings start next weekend, it will have been fully distributed in L.A. and nationally by the following weekend. Salerno is out of the hospital and sounds well. That is a relief. I have to find a bartender to replace him for our opening reception tomorrow.
All of the other galleries are having openings in September, so it is nice, even though it is a Holiday weekend to have an opening that doesn’t conflict with everyone else’s.
Oh, and no baseball strike, so it looks like I will have plenty to do in September!
Again, everyone is invited to the art opening here, 2100 N. Main, Downtown L.A., 7-11 p.m., there is an opening at two of the other galleries here. In fact one of the shows was extended in order to have a bigger reception on this date, but the gallery either forgot to tell one of the artists in the show or he forgot he had been told of the extension, but whatever it was, his assistants came and got all the art.
I should not have said anything but I did and the gallery got some artist to fill in, and sure enough, the gratitude was overflowing. I did not have any spackle to lend the artist in order to prep the walls (I am the neighbor, no association with this gallery), and the artist who literally was just handed an exhibit, 500 square feet of gallery space is all whiney “I don’t know if I can fight traffic to go get some spackle, all these people at the Brewery Loft Colony and nobody has spackle….” She, of course, was not the person who walked over and asked me. She wasn’t lifting a finger. Okay, i only witnessed part of this all, this is just my biased reportage, but JEEZ, you just got a gallery show lady, can ya get perky for ten seconds?
It is human drips like this bag of whiney flesh that slowly suffocate any enjoyment of the gallery scene.