Probably the exhaustion was due to a hectic week, crowned by spending a cold Friday in New York, visiting a bunch of galleries on the Lower East Side and getting an education in some art I might never had given a first glance, let alone a second one. Stimulating, educational, exciting. And exhausting -- climbing all those flights of stairs to art galleries in lofts. Worth the effort.
Our curator and passionate, knowledgeable guide, Justin Polera, gave us the backgroun and the intent of the artists we saw -- but to me, art evokes a visceral response and while knowing the artist's intent helps me understand it, it does not make me like it. Here, a couple of pieces by Klaus Merkel at the Joe Sheftel Gallery on Orchard St.
Across the street, Andres Carranza. He was cutting up canvas on his hands and knees and took time to speak to us about his work and his process. Although he is right-handed, he worked with his left hand on these canvases, which were site-specific installations on the gallery's walls. It was these that he was cutting into smaller sections, to sell. Andres is here from Costa Rica on a residency and is heading to Art Basel Miami next week.
Sam Lewitt works with plastic-clad copper (or is it copper-clad plastic?) - the material many computer components are made from. His work was in two galleries, and it was the work in the second gallery that captivated me. Drop-dead gorgeous; it could have been cloth, but it wasn't.
I don't normally cook on weekends, but Friday night I was too tired (and cold) to even venture out to eat. Takeout from the Greek restaurant that delivers was the perfect answer. So tired that we did not go out till Sunday night. Saturday night must have been leftovers. A blur.
I've been reading, staring into space, and taking a few days off to nurture myself a little -- without guilt.