“My goal is to be in a gallery before 2009. At this rate it seems pretty doable.”
Those illustrious words were written by me 15 days ago. Yesterday I got an email from the Arts Station (Pump House Gallery) saying that I have been selected for the next solo show. The Pumphouse gallery is located next to Bushnell Park in Hartford. It is a historical site and I am honored to be presenting there. There wil be a big opening night with wine/cheese of course and I am going to try to get as many people as I can to go. I am meeting with the director on Monday so I will have a date for everyone then.
If that wasn’t exciting enough, I got an email from a gallery owner in Owego, NY. He’s interested as well..
Now that I have a gallery opening I can finally get Hartford Courant to critique my work. They refused without a gallery opening so they are basically saying that if your work doesn’t get into a gallery, it’s not even worth getting shitted on by them. There in-lies the problem with a large % of the art community. What is this unholy hang up about galleries. Sure it’s a big deal I got into one, but my work was exactly the same when I was an amateur punk pleading for galleries.
For entertainment value here is the time line of my art career.
January 2008: Create a studio in the basement and start painting
April 2008: Try to sell a few so I can buy more canvases
May 2008: Get my first location
July 2008: Sold 15 paintings to date
August 2008: First Gallery opening
This might be a record? I can only say that it is all very humbling. I worked very hard to get all these openings though. Like they used to say in the 60’s SoHo scene..
“If you want to know who the best young artist is, throw them all down into the sewer. The first one to climb out is the best new artist.”
