I think I'm beginning to understand the reason for attending art openings locally. The content of the show, or its overall quality, is far secondary to the people one runs into: all one's friends, particularly one's friends who share a love of art and are themselves artists. We attended two openings Friday night, and though it was painful to drive off the mountain and be away from home a long time, it was valuable to me as a member of the artists' community. We complain that we don't have one. This is inaccurate, but I would not know that had I not stirred my stumps into attending both the events.
If the work is ordinary, there is still one piece everywhere that I'd steal if I could get away with it. (I realized that I, too, could be tempted to walk away with somebody's prized possession if a fabulous painting were just hanging there, unattended, waiting.....)
So I will go again. I'll meet some of the folks I saw last Friday and vowed to call but never did. And I'll see lots of mediocre work and fall in love with one piece I can't afford. And then I'll go home and apply renewed energy to my own work so that, when they come to my show in May, they'll have something to see and talk about, and I'll have been another link in the continuous chain.
PW
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