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Got a taste for fun!
Who's got two thumbs and just got back from an art crawl? This girl!
Okay, it wasn't really a 'crawl' - more of a 'sprint.' I didn't go with anyone and wasn't meeting anybody, so it was just me, and I got to set my own pace, which was a mad dash through to see everything I could. It took two and a half hours, with a bit of doubling back over a couple of places, but I managed to hit everything at least once. I really liked doing it this way, too: I got to set my own pace, look at the things that interested me as I wanted to, and didn't have to worry about keeping track of anyone else. So I sped on through and did my best to see everything.
Some of the galleries were giving out food - half of them were giving out wine, and the other half served beer. Art crawl or otherwise, this is Pittsburgh.
The full list of everything tonight is here. My favorite thing I saw was the first gallery, as it turned out, and I'll have to go back to it sometime. It was Robert Raczka's exhibit "dark & shiny night", and it's what it sounds like: a bunch of photos, maybe sixteen in all, of Pittsburgh at night - flags, signs, trees, roads, just things you'd find in cities. And it was his quality of light that made me gasp. It's the sort of light I wish I could take pictures of, and maybe it's my camera and maybe it's me not knowing what my camera can do, but it's the light I see when I go out into a city at night and can't ever get correctly afterward. He got that light down, and I walked out of there so happy knowing someone else - well, besides Edward Hopper - cares about light.
When I got off the bus, I started out with the taiko drumming, which was great, and then started on the gallery walk and made it through three of them before heading over to the Culinary Institute for a dinner of raspberry lemonade, pasta salad, macaroni and cheese, fruit salad, and a brownie - they made the mac and cheese with bread crumbs, which gave it a great little grittiness - and after I bought a raffle ticket I talked to a couple of people about weird flavors of ice creams and sorbets before moving on to a more typical modern art museum with a DJ blasting music and lots of people walking around. And it never quite went into sensory overload, but stayed just far enough from it for me to start buzzing from all the input. That's another reason I liked going through it alone: I knew when I'd had enough, or if I still needed more, and didn't have to explain that to anyone, and just went through as I needed. I wish I could do that more often, but that's mostly me wishing I could get that sort of high-end input more, blasting from all sides and of all sizes, just swallowing me up.
There was a four-person band blasting music in a small space loud enough to make the floor vibrate from the entrance, so there was that, too.
I went into some art shows including one for Christopher Moeller of both comic books and Magic: The Gathering, a couple more typical modern art galleries, and then to the Toon Museum which had actual cels from Akira which made me gasp in delight, and then I found myself somehow talking to a woman who runs the Non-Native Pittsburgh Woman's Meetup group, which in a brilliant flash of irony I could've used earlier but probably wouldn't have been able to enjoy until now. I'll have to look it up sometime.
I went through more galleries of photography and architectural projects, marveled at some modern costumes, and got stopped on the street and had an unexpected conversation with a woman about hair. Hers was very short, mine is very long, and we exchanged a high-five over being on the attention-getting ends of the spectrum. She had a martini in her hand - it was that kind of conversation. She also sounded a lot like Gina Bellman, which was unassailably cool. It looked like a good martini, and I might have to head back to check the place out.
Like I said, it was just this side of too much, but just this side of it. By the time nine o'clock rolled around I'd been there for nearly two and a half hours, and was more than ready to head back. I had to run to catch a bus, but got back to the house without a fuss, and now I'm working my way through a raspberry beer.
This is on top of a free lunch provided by the school system in support of its student workers, which includes me, where I also got a free t-shirt. So yeah, it's been a good day.
And there's going to be another art crawl in July, which should be just enough time to recover from this one. Yeeha.
Okay, it wasn't really a 'crawl' - more of a 'sprint.' I didn't go with anyone and wasn't meeting anybody, so it was just me, and I got to set my own pace, which was a mad dash through to see everything I could. It took two and a half hours, with a bit of doubling back over a couple of places, but I managed to hit everything at least once. I really liked doing it this way, too: I got to set my own pace, look at the things that interested me as I wanted to, and didn't have to worry about keeping track of anyone else. So I sped on through and did my best to see everything.
Some of the galleries were giving out food - half of them were giving out wine, and the other half served beer. Art crawl or otherwise, this is Pittsburgh.
The full list of everything tonight is here. My favorite thing I saw was the first gallery, as it turned out, and I'll have to go back to it sometime. It was Robert Raczka's exhibit "dark & shiny night", and it's what it sounds like: a bunch of photos, maybe sixteen in all, of Pittsburgh at night - flags, signs, trees, roads, just things you'd find in cities. And it was his quality of light that made me gasp. It's the sort of light I wish I could take pictures of, and maybe it's my camera and maybe it's me not knowing what my camera can do, but it's the light I see when I go out into a city at night and can't ever get correctly afterward. He got that light down, and I walked out of there so happy knowing someone else - well, besides Edward Hopper - cares about light.
When I got off the bus, I started out with the taiko drumming, which was great, and then started on the gallery walk and made it through three of them before heading over to the Culinary Institute for a dinner of raspberry lemonade, pasta salad, macaroni and cheese, fruit salad, and a brownie - they made the mac and cheese with bread crumbs, which gave it a great little grittiness - and after I bought a raffle ticket I talked to a couple of people about weird flavors of ice creams and sorbets before moving on to a more typical modern art museum with a DJ blasting music and lots of people walking around. And it never quite went into sensory overload, but stayed just far enough from it for me to start buzzing from all the input. That's another reason I liked going through it alone: I knew when I'd had enough, or if I still needed more, and didn't have to explain that to anyone, and just went through as I needed. I wish I could do that more often, but that's mostly me wishing I could get that sort of high-end input more, blasting from all sides and of all sizes, just swallowing me up.
There was a four-person band blasting music in a small space loud enough to make the floor vibrate from the entrance, so there was that, too.
I went into some art shows including one for Christopher Moeller of both comic books and Magic: The Gathering, a couple more typical modern art galleries, and then to the Toon Museum which had actual cels from Akira which made me gasp in delight, and then I found myself somehow talking to a woman who runs the Non-Native Pittsburgh Woman's Meetup group, which in a brilliant flash of irony I could've used earlier but probably wouldn't have been able to enjoy until now. I'll have to look it up sometime.
I went through more galleries of photography and architectural projects, marveled at some modern costumes, and got stopped on the street and had an unexpected conversation with a woman about hair. Hers was very short, mine is very long, and we exchanged a high-five over being on the attention-getting ends of the spectrum. She had a martini in her hand - it was that kind of conversation. She also sounded a lot like Gina Bellman, which was unassailably cool. It looked like a good martini, and I might have to head back to check the place out.
Like I said, it was just this side of too much, but just this side of it. By the time nine o'clock rolled around I'd been there for nearly two and a half hours, and was more than ready to head back. I had to run to catch a bus, but got back to the house without a fuss, and now I'm working my way through a raspberry beer.
This is on top of a free lunch provided by the school system in support of its student workers, which includes me, where I also got a free t-shirt. So yeah, it's been a good day.
And there's going to be another art crawl in July, which should be just enough time to recover from this one. Yeeha.
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