Every year the same Bullseye people who build the furnaces, ladle the glass, pack the crates, teach the classes, stock the shelves, and answer the phones put together my favorite exhibition: Working Glass.
“Untitled” got my vote: a pair of over-sized pink nuts. From a young woman in the maintenance department.
This is the 6th year for the show and I’m still not sure which I like more: the Art, the Statements, the Bios or the Party. But what I like isn’t all that important anyway. First, Second, and Third place winners are chosen by the entire company. This year’s winning pieces say as much about the voters as the artists.
FIRST PLACE: Zack’s “+7 Bicranial-Discernment” won the popular vote.
What can you say about two sugary glass skulls mounted on opposite sides of a steel rack? Probably lots. Especially if you’ve had a few beers and are reading what the artist did before he came to Bullseye and wound up putting together Class Packs: “I worked in a large cube [where] the recycled air tasted like fear [and] the donuts looked like handcuffs.”
Yeah, just think about that the next time you unwrap your Class Pack.
No stinkin’ Chardonnay in this gallery. Art for IPA drinkers.
Sometimes the glam atmosphere of having one’s artwork on a pedestal is enough to make the head spin.
Sarinda, Ward, and Nathan’s discerning cranium at 400rpm.
But I lied when I said that what I liked didn’t matter. Both Dan and I spent the afternoon before the opening arguing over our favorites and worrying that we’d end up outvoted by the rest of the company. Democracy sucks. So we made up some last minute Special Awards.
Dan couldn’t resist Anton’s squishy and prickly things and gave it/them the Pushy President’s Prize.
SECOND PLACE: “Very Carefully”. Turned out that Dan wasn’t so far from popular opinion, after all.
Not that popular opinion at Bullseye is ever particularly predictable. Where else would glass masquerading as ’70s faux wood laminate wall board embracing retro plastic modernist design find this many fans?
THIRD PLACE: Morgan’s “Abstract on Wood Panel”.
…Maybe in the same place where the Partner Masquerading as Gallery Director couldn’t resist awarding her own Director’s Prize to a perplexing little creation that she’d have titled “Babushka’s Sputnik”, but its maker had called simply “Poke.” (Actually, indecisive as ever, the Gallery Director split her award between “Poke” and the “Untitled” pink nuts.)
Less concise, but no less pithy, Minna’s accompanying Statement: “I would like to say that I am exploring the balance between push/pull, hard/soft, interior/exterior and vocation/avocation. In reality I am augmenting my fledgling torchworking skills with my more developed fiber craftiness to make a funky doohickey.”
For the most part, Funky Doohickies ruled. It’s a good show. It’s a great team. It was a fun evening….even if I was out of focus most of the time.
Come by the Resource Center and check it/us out sometime. The show’s up until November 30. The team’s up all the time.