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December 8, 2003 |
Oops. Didn’t see any artwork this weekend. I tried organizing people to go with and times to see the work, but it never ended up happening. Now I’ll NEVER know if it was good. I’m sure there are plenty of galleries still open, though I doubt I’ll make the effort to see them anytime soon. Oh well, there’s always next year.
Criteria for the next two days: tidy up my portfolio for art juries on Wednesday. I have the opportunity to improve whatever grades I got this semester. Five art teachers will evaluate my work and tell me whether or not I’m keeping my scholarship. Hope it goes well because I’m really not in the mood to pay for college.
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December 3, 2003 |
It’s that time again down here in Miami. As of last year, the beginning of December sparks the huge art celebration that is Art Basel Miami Beach. Literally thousands of artists and art dealers will be set up down here for the weekend to show off the modern art of the world. Last year’s event was crazy. There was tons of music on the streets of the Design District, and practically every store in the vicinity was displaying somebody’s art work. Heck, even I had a showing. Really. The folks at Thirdeye were nice enough to advertise my own show in their office space. People came in and out, spoke to me about my work, and I even got interviewed my a magazine. Unfortunately I never found out if it got printed, I don’t think it did though. There were so many other ‘important’ people out there that they just threw my name at the bottom of the list. No sweat, at least I got some exposure.
This year I will not be displaying any new work, frankly because I don’t have a new series to show. I will, however, visit plenty of art shows and openings. I’m expecting it to be art overkill as it was last year. About half of what I saw last time was caca, so I’m not going to get my hopes up in terms of seeing any good paintings or sculptures. Seems like everyone wants to do some sort of shocking installation art or conceptual art. Gag. Come on, people! You’ve turned the aesthetic experience into a bad sex joke, and nobody’s laughing.
