This past Friday (October 15th) was the third Friday in October. That is the day, at least around these parts, we refer to as Third Friday. There are a lot of art openings, closings, and various receptions that happen on Third Friday. It’s basically like First Friday Jr. I went to a handful of shows this past Friday, and noticed a chilling trend. The food, or lack thereof, was troubling.
I don’t know if they’re holding out for November 5th or what, but I do know that I only found one cookie! One small cookie to boot. It did have sprinkles, a rainbow of sprinkles in fact, and that was it’s saving grace. I did see plenty of crackers and cheese, which are enough for a meal, I suppose. I guess I shouldn’t complain.
Oh right, the art. My first stop of the night was perhaps the most thought provoking (and the most foodless). It was Colin Chillag’s New Works in the Pravus Gallery. I found these works had a far more interesting process than end image, but I think that’s how I was supposed to view them. The paintings on display here had a paint-by-number quality to them, and many of them were covered with random spots of paint. I think the blobs are supposed to add much needed depth to the paintings, or maybe texture, or maybe they’re just a distraction.
In my opinion, this one featured the most well integrated blobs of paint. They appear to be coming out of the woman’s head like a cartoon of a swarm of angry bees leaving their hive.
This one reminds me of a Garbage Pail Kid, which is a pretty funny thing to be reminded of, so props for that.
This one is the only painting I saw that featured drawing on the surface. The drawing itself features childlike shapes and crude lines, but does not integrate at all with the painting. From a short conversation with the artist, this is an intentional quality in his works.
The last painting of his I looked at was curiously devoid of the superfluous marks. It was also a portrait of a woman, and instead of relying on random paint to add depth, she featured glasses that were somewhat translucent and hard to see through. They were rendered in a way that they looked like the woman had glasses on her face, and they were kind of dirty and possibly greasy. As a greasy glasses-wearer, this was something I could relate to and empathize with. I’m sorry lady, would you like to borrow my cleaning solution?