Hey, NA. It’s been awhile! One of my favorite venues in town is back at it with the Spring & Summer Seasons and I am thankful. It’s a little late (now that it’s June…) but April First Fridays brought in water colors by local artist Hank Ehrenfried. (The opening featured torrential downpours and gusty winds, so the garage door had to be lowered for the first few minutes. Luckily, the storm passed!)
It’s Monday! In honor of missing the weekend, I’ll share a bit about mine for the sake of nostalgia. Last weekend (July 3rd) I explored a few galleries for First Fridays in Charlottesville. One of my favorite venues in town is The Garage. It’s a one car garage that hosts shows from local and touring bands and also acts as a gallery of local art. Last Friday featured a show from Lynchburg artist Louise Dechow called Guilt.
Shows at the Garage are always kind of funny because space-wise, there’s only so much to see. But if you take the time to really focus on the details of the pieces, then the small size of the venue becomes the most perfect space.
This particular show was a really great example of that. Seems understandable from far away, but there was a lot of beauty in the details of the pieces of fabric entangled together. I love how this artist chose to represent an emotional experience. And I love how it can mean something different to each individual, and maybe at different times and moments of encountering it.
Do you have a favorite local venue for First Fridays??
It’s Monday! Which means I am behind (of course). So while I write a few posts for the week and catch up on other life-related activities (bills, groceries, episodes of Mad Men) here’s The Key.
I love how the woman’s dress kind of pulls out the curtains in the top floor window, and how the man’s pitchfork mirrors the hem of his overalls. People in their work, land, purpose and daily activity.
This one makes me want to cry. Two people alone, no regard for the other. They’re like “hey we’re in this apocalyptic desert together but, sorry, I’d rather just do it alone.” Ouch.
Futurism, mystery, industry. Beauty and death in American progression.
Who are they and do they have anything to do with each other? I don’t understand it, but I want to. You know??
Okay so this is a pretty small taste but seriously you guys. Go to the Art Institute of Chicago! Do it now! (Or definitely the next time you’re in Chicago.)