What's To Love

My first foray into the Parisian art scene was a bust. Not that I had grand expectations for the first of my self proclaimed networking functions, not really. The first try at any new thing is like cooking the first crepe - it's alway kind of a disaster and even if it tastes good it still looks like someone threw up in the skillet and stirred it a little.

I wasn't terribly surprised to find that the gallery opening I chose for Tuesday night was less than exciting. The florescent lighting was harsh and the art hung on the walls lankly like the wallpaper in a dentists office. In the corner, next to an exposed hallway filled with the older exhibitions stacked on each other, was a folding table with the remnants of some freezer food and a some kind of orange juice punch that had been sipped dry.

I am not one to criticize another artists bright moment - my own exhibition was in a dirty hippy cafe - and so my friend and I made note of the better points of the art, I took a flyer and we pushed past the entire party (who was outside on the sidewalk smoking) to find a bite to eat.

I have seen the gallery, though, and that was my goal. The "networking" will have to come in another form for now.

Next week I go to Munich to visit an old friend and for that I am not too sorry that I will miss the opening for Bérangère Haëgy's new exhibition at the Popy Arvani Gallery. I am intrigued by the way she is challenging our dear old friend Barbie and what we always pretended her life was like. Although I have to admit that my Barbies definitely had sex.

I totally have an art crush on this woman. I can't wait to see the exhibition in person.