I love Halloween/Day of the Dead – It is a time of year when I choose to remember the dead and seek their blessings for my intentions for the coming year. To me, it is a sacred time.
But that is not to say that we can’t have a little fun and celebrate sacred times. For me, looking at art, making art, and following a trail of tags and throw-up graffiti is a very fun way to spend an evening. I am an introvert. I like to know the artist through their work and in knowing their work, I learn a little more about myself. Maybe that is really narcissism, but I like to think of it as communion
I am going to spend some time at the Leak Street Tunnel and then the Tate Modern and I might go night prowling and look at Street Art in the evening. I feel a bit naked in my prowls – my camera is in the repair shop because the shutter gear seems to have seized. But, not every moment is meant to be recorded.
I am grateful that I am really being true to myself for the first time in my life. In the changes that I know will lay ahead of me, I hope this does not become a casualty.
I am grateful that I am going to celebrate Samhain and the Day of the Dead in my own way and I make no apologies or excuses for it.
Thursday night I decided to attend an art opening. I had been ill with an irritable bowel flare up the night before and had missed an opening involving many friends. So, feeling a little better, I ventured to another opening to show my support to others.
I don’t enjoy openings. I only want to attend if it is a friend who has curated the show or has a piece in a show or it is their show, or it is in a friend’s gallery. I want to see the art and at openings, its all about socializing and drinking and much less about the art. I know I have to go occasionally because otherwise I won’t meet new friends in the art world and I do value them. and, opening nights are important if you want to buy a piece.
But, I want to actually look at the art and Thursday night I felt I had to interrupt people and ask to excuse myself to get anywhere near any artwork to see it. Vesna Parchet is a recent discovery from an exhibition curated by the Krah, but I might never have seen her work and been so moved by her painting if I were trying to move around people. So, I am grateful that I although others might have expected otherwise from me, I went straight for the pieces I liked, and when I was done with those, I left.
It was a joy to become acquainted with more new-to-me artists whose work I find exciting. There were two artists in particular whose paintings were both of the abstract expressionist style and it wasn’t until I was looking through the screen on my iPad (my camera is broken) that I suddenly saw figures emerge from the surface of the painting. I had a double treat in first discovering two artists I hadn’t followed, and then, in discovering something unexpected in their works.
Oneness with others is something I have actually been avoiding lately. I am avoiding talking about myself and I am distancing myself from others. I have a lot on my mind and much I need to work through. I have been working on these things in the background but finally I talked with a friend last night. I have said before that when things are really serious, I don’t talk about them. There are few people in the world I will talk at these times. I got to talk to AK last night. She has been pressing me to talk to her about things, and finally, I did. I raged and I grieved and as I know that as I continue to grieve, I will come to a place of acceptance of unwanted change but I’m not there yet. It was good to be able to open up and to unburden myself a little. I felt held and I felt safe. I think that is the best we can give to a friend.
By way of service, I was invited to photograph an exhibition and I did that this week. Beyond that, I am working on an article that I hope will help to promote the gallery and the artists whose work has been exhibited there. It has been a tough piece to write, and I need to get on with that, now.
So, it only remains for me to ask: