Art After Dark

It seems like its been a really long time since I’ve attended a very arty event. I know where all that time went. /sad. (I can’t believe how I used to frequent the esplanade so frequently in the past and how I’ve stopped.)
But I’m glad we went to Gilman for the latest hoo-haa. Art is also allowed to coolly diss hyped-up ‘mainstream’ art events right?
It was intriguing to help out with Coraline, by Mark the awesome cousin – a tough enough contemporary art performance of the most artsy kind you can imagine. The omg-what-is-this?-art?-alright-yes-art. It’s pretty difficult to describe it in few words; it’s even tougher to imagine without experiencing it in person. It just doesn’t translate well into photos or videos (we could blame cameras and Virtual Reality for being far from realistic. But I don’t see that getting close for another decade, seriously. As tech-loving as I am, I know how far it is from the incredible amazing reality.) But so, back to the art performance. The prep was fairly mundane and uneventful. It is prep after all. Crafting materials, setting up The Space, changing of plans, rehearsals, Ideas. It’s intriguing, but not whoopey #BehindTheScenesYouTube exciting, which isn’t bad or anything. Sometimes it seems so basic and simple and like everything is built out of simple blocks and its just how you put it all together and transform it and tell a story with it. How cool. And inspiring. To know that simple things can become something different. Especially if the audience doesn’t know how you made it and only sees the end result. Hah.
I’m happy some of the audience seemed to really enjoy it. The improved performance at least. It really seemed to be on the right track. Yay.
It’s nice to be on the exhibitor/performer side of things, even if only helping out. It’s such a thin line and yet different.
But it would also be nice to be a visitor and take in the nice vibe at the festival. After spending so much time at work, it’s so surprising to see so many art lovers turn up. Really fascinated by their costumes and dressing. Some are on the crazy end, most on the slightly different but not crazy spectrum, but there’s remarkably less of fashion brands, fashion styles, branded bags, vanilla hipster look, but rather stuff that’s more ?casual, ?relaxed. It feels so much more relaxed like no-pressure-to-conform-to-Fashion-or-hipster. No classic Instagram or Facebook looks, if that explains it better. I felt rather homely. It was crowded but not stressy, not irksome; it was mayhem but not a Problem. It felt fairly safe, like people come here to do stuff, not to rob you. Its obscure and out of the way enough that a pickpocket would prob not bother. Its pretend-fraternity enough that people will feel obliged to be nice to you or return your wallet. Perhaps I’m falling into the elitist / highbrow trap. I hope not.

Art After Dark

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