Beautiful Loser Impact
So...I started work on this article for the paper last weekend, on living in the ice cream factory and the general artsy hood. I worked under the assumption that plugging in the name of a different art show at the gallery across the street would suffice, as far as covering in a similar vein whatever happened here this weekend.
I was wrong.
So two different articles sprung up with the same intro (which kind of sucks and won't be a keeper, but these are rough) I assume the more recent and relevent one (Beautiful Losers) will be used, though both say amazing things about my experiences here! What a whirlwind this week was! Many of the visiting artists fell in love with Kaldi's (the coffee shop I work at) and hung there each afternoon. I received
free passes to a "members only" opening, great conversations and numerous hugs from these people. They brought amazing energy to this city and I seriously feel a void now that they're gone. It's
incredibly odd. I re-visited one of the galleries today, and without the party atmosphere was overwhelmed with the relevance and beauty of their art and lives, puttting faces with the artist names on the walls. Wish I could chat with them again now that I've been exposed to their work. Amazing people. Especially since the three of the four that I felt close to (there were 60+ visiting artists), ended up being the biggest names with my favorite works.
And absolutely my favorite work, in all three of the mediums that he worked in, was done by the man I brought home Saturday night. Oh, my life! I had such a short amount of time to spend with all of these people who really impacted me - and they did so BEFORE I had a chance to really see their work, while it was being installed. Taking Thomas back to his hotel, I regretted not being able to spend more time with this amazing man, and THEN, I re-visited the gallery and had far more time to look at the work. Amazing. Beautiful. Powerful. And he's gone. I can't talk to him about his work. It's all so odd.
And beautiful.
I was wrong.
So two different articles sprung up with the same intro (which kind of sucks and won't be a keeper, but these are rough) I assume the more recent and relevent one (Beautiful Losers) will be used, though both say amazing things about my experiences here! What a whirlwind this week was! Many of the visiting artists fell in love with Kaldi's (the coffee shop I work at) and hung there each afternoon. I received
free passes to a "members only" opening, great conversations and numerous hugs from these people. They brought amazing energy to this city and I seriously feel a void now that they're gone. It's
incredibly odd. I re-visited one of the galleries today, and without the party atmosphere was overwhelmed with the relevance and beauty of their art and lives, puttting faces with the artist names on the walls. Wish I could chat with them again now that I've been exposed to their work. Amazing people. Especially since the three of the four that I felt close to (there were 60+ visiting artists), ended up being the biggest names with my favorite works.
And absolutely my favorite work, in all three of the mediums that he worked in, was done by the man I brought home Saturday night. Oh, my life! I had such a short amount of time to spend with all of these people who really impacted me - and they did so BEFORE I had a chance to really see their work, while it was being installed. Taking Thomas back to his hotel, I regretted not being able to spend more time with this amazing man, and THEN, I re-visited the gallery and had far more time to look at the work. Amazing. Beautiful. Powerful. And he's gone. I can't talk to him about his work. It's all so odd.
And beautiful.
posted by Lindsay at 11:14 PM
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