How it's hanging...
How it's hanging...
Well, to contradict the Beastie Boys, it's been more like no sleep
in Brooklyn, these past few days.
As of about 9:00 tonight...
The night before was print inspecting, including a few reprints. Last night was mounting...the frames were pretty easy to work with, a good thing given that I finished sometime around sunrise, and was worried about getting sloppy and breaking glass and the like.
(Insert wisecrack about fine-art photographers and dietary habits here...it IS a bar, too, people.) 😛
Didn't eat dinner before embarking on this...dumb-dumb-dumb. Made do with chips n' assorted beers. Revelation: PBR is as mediocre as I imagined. This bar has been around long enough to have served PBR before the brand died and was reincarnated 20 years later as a young hipster's brew (and henceforth only referred to by its initials). Peroni, as seen above and also served here, is the real deal.
Anyway...I've never put on a one-person show before, and the proof of this was the wall I hit when trying to figure out just how to hang everything; height, spacing between prints, making sure all the prints were more-or-less in visual symmetry with each other. I have a lousy head for math in general, never mind on three hours' sleep.
Left wall set, center wall set, right wall set...around 9:15 PM.
I got a lot of help from Tone, who has put on a lot of exhibits here. Figuring out the order/sequence of prints was a lot quicker with another set of eyes, and she's quite astute. (Ad-hoc curators
can be good!)
Getting Somewhere: starting to look organized. Around 11:00 PM
I've always liked this space: informal, but with respect for what's shown. I started out with the roughest sketch for how this would look. Shockingly, this comes awful close to what was in my mind's eye. All that's left is annotation and a few other written bits.
I think it's working...
So, I'll try to at least
look bright-eyed and bushy-tailed for the opening (adrenaline will likely carry me well enough). Hope to see a few of you guys there, although I'm a little ticked off about the weather forecast (last time I checked, the chance of rain went from 40 percent down to 20 percent and back up to 50 percent...).
T'was time to call a cab to haul me home. And, right outside Sunny's, was the reminder of what was.
- Barrett
