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Watching paint dry.
Even worse. Watching someone painting a booth two aisles away via a photo posted on the gallery’s Facebook page. How distant can we make being this close? |
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As much as we all relish the visuals at SOFA Chicago, it’s often the words that linger. The last three days have been a banquet of conversations. I’d like to name names and share insights that were so generously shared with me, but time is not on my side here. It’s back to the pier for the Last Day and Take Down. Ta Da! Lani PS. And for those who just want to know “What sold on Saturday??!!” – an Akester, another Newell and a Parrish. |
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Saturday. Day 2.5 of SOFA. Brain dead. No time. Hoarse. Here’s 16 quick pics to do the talking. Roughly split into five categories….. #1. What it looks like when they open the doors to preview night, you’re the first booth in the hall and the earth is moving under your feet.
That’s pretty much all I see on Opening Night. The rest is equally blurred. Sorry. |
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The difference between a blog and Facebook? On a blog, no one talks to you. Ask a question? Good luck. On Facebook everyone is so busy yabbering that your questions are drowned out by all the other chatter. But more often than not, people respond. Silly stuff sometimes. But at least you’re heard. It’s kind of like speaking on stage compared to blathering in the local pub. And with Facebook you don’t really need a prepared speech. Anything seems to fly.
Get AWAY from me with that stupid camera – go embarrass some of your human friends! |
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I’m back home in Portland, Oregon after five weeks bouncing around Britain, juggling everything from an art fair in London to lamb watching in the Scottish Highlands. Smack in the middle of it all I got to watch an amazing residency that over eight short days knitted together thirteen artists, two old buildings, and one tiny village – with a glass thread that I expect to hold strong for years to come.
Day before the residency begins: Steve, Karlyn & Richard experience the slippery slope outside Harbour House. It all started with two remarkable artist/teachers, Steve Klein and Richard Parrish and the idea to explore “Kiln-glass in the Built Environment” in a private residency at North Lands Creative Glass. They called the project “IN PLACE” and over the space of many months selected eleven participants from around the world. NEXT: The Places. |
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By the last day of COLLECT we’re running out of time. After years of working at Bullseye Gallery, Jamie announces she’s never seen glass blown (it is possible to take this gotta-be-Bullseye-gotta-be-kilnformed thing too far).
Adam Aronson takes pity and invites us for breakfast and a lesson at his hotshop in West Brompton. Charming neighborhood, good croissant, and Adam proves to be a brilliant teacher. |
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Friday inside the Saatchi Galleries, it’s all business. Sales are stronger than we’ve seen in years.
Without a doubt the most satisfying clients are the ones who return a year later to say they deeply regret the purchase they didn’t make the year before and would like to make up for it immediately! |
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By 5:00 pm Thursday the painful memory of set-up is fading. Drawn, bug-like, to Saatchi’s glamorously-lit digs, we arrive for the VIP Preview of COLLECT 2010.
Inside there is just about everything that makes us keep coming back year after year. |