Stories and photos of the show to come.
To hold you over, here is a poem the Dissident Chef's resident poet wrote for us and for Barbie.
Night ... missleigh
Thursday, September 24, 2009
I'm tragically behind in my storytelling
Opening night was awesome! Just super fun!! Thanks to those who made it out, for those who didn't we can plan a field trip.
Stories and photos of the show to come.
To hold you over, here is a poem the Dissident Chef's resident poet wrote for us and for Barbie.
Night ... missleigh
Stories and photos of the show to come.
To hold you over, here is a poem the Dissident Chef's resident poet wrote for us and for Barbie.
Night ... missleigh
Monday, September 14, 2009
It’s not like the Papparizzi are following me
The opening party was, of course, opening night and as so happened I was booked for a business trip to Seattle. Okay, this can be remedied. I called our corporate travel agent and $150 later was booked on an earlier flight so I could be home in time to slide into the party “casually late.” Or, what would have been more appropriately termed, “arrogantly tardy, thinking everyone should be paying attention to me and only me in the last hour of the party”. But really, it was just the earliest flight I could get back and not totally ditch my new boss and leave him asking why they’d paid for my August trip.
The flight landed and I had one goal: get to my show. It’s opening night. It’s all-the-all-the. This is my first art show. And hey, it’s all about me.
As the day progressed, all my friends who’d planned to join me for opening night had life stuff come up, Murphy interfered, and they couldn’t come. I cannot tell you how thankful I am that I was channeling my calm and sweet spirit. I keep her in a box at my bedside next to my little box of crazy. I’m a girl. We all have both. So, friends had wacky stuff come up, couldn’t come, and while I was thinking I was being all sorts of narcissistic with “my first art show”, with each call I felt more for them than I was bummed that they wouldn’t be at my show.
So after a $150 flight change fee, friends cancelling, and narrowly escaping Seattle, the taxi dropped me at the corner of Shotwell and 14th. Nice neighborhood. I walked up to the gallery, turned the doorknob and opened the door to “my first art show”.
And there were three people in the room. Three. Only Three. Hum. Not exactly my vision of my first art show.
My lamp was prominently placed and did catch my eye as soon as I entered the space. I was also caught up in my lamp when I realized two of the three people there were bent over closely examining my lamp.
Gallery Owner (GA): “I’m sorry. We’re closed.”
Leigh: “I thought the party went until 8…”
GA: “No, the Artist’s Reception is NEXT week. Would you like a flyer?”
L: “No thank you. We met on Tuesday. I’m one of the artists. When is the party?”
GA: “Which one is yours?”
L: “It’s the lamp they were bent over when I came in.”
GA: “Oh! The Lamp! We LOVE the lamp.”
My indoor voice: “What was I thinking when I put this in my calendar????” “Uh, Feeling goofy…really glad no one tripped over themselves while dying of the flu to make the show.” PSHEW
So, it’s THIS Thursday. Really. Thurs 9/17 @ 5pm….we’re meeting at 50 Shotwell (between 14th & 15) to see the Altered Barbie Show. Really. It’s the place to be. And then, we’re going out for margaritas and tasty yummy stuff. Join us. You know where to find us :)
The flight landed and I had one goal: get to my show. It’s opening night. It’s all-the-all-the. This is my first art show. And hey, it’s all about me.
As the day progressed, all my friends who’d planned to join me for opening night had life stuff come up, Murphy interfered, and they couldn’t come. I cannot tell you how thankful I am that I was channeling my calm and sweet spirit. I keep her in a box at my bedside next to my little box of crazy. I’m a girl. We all have both. So, friends had wacky stuff come up, couldn’t come, and while I was thinking I was being all sorts of narcissistic with “my first art show”, with each call I felt more for them than I was bummed that they wouldn’t be at my show.
So after a $150 flight change fee, friends cancelling, and narrowly escaping Seattle, the taxi dropped me at the corner of Shotwell and 14th. Nice neighborhood. I walked up to the gallery, turned the doorknob and opened the door to “my first art show”.
And there were three people in the room. Three. Only Three. Hum. Not exactly my vision of my first art show.
My lamp was prominently placed and did catch my eye as soon as I entered the space. I was also caught up in my lamp when I realized two of the three people there were bent over closely examining my lamp.
Gallery Owner (GA): “I’m sorry. We’re closed.”
Leigh: “I thought the party went until 8…”
GA: “No, the Artist’s Reception is NEXT week. Would you like a flyer?”
L: “No thank you. We met on Tuesday. I’m one of the artists. When is the party?”
GA: “Which one is yours?”
L: “It’s the lamp they were bent over when I came in.”
GA: “Oh! The Lamp! We LOVE the lamp.”
My indoor voice: “What was I thinking when I put this in my calendar????” “Uh, Feeling goofy…really glad no one tripped over themselves while dying of the flu to make the show.” PSHEW
So, it’s THIS Thursday. Really. Thurs 9/17 @ 5pm….we’re meeting at 50 Shotwell (between 14th & 15) to see the Altered Barbie Show. Really. It’s the place to be. And then, we’re going out for margaritas and tasty yummy stuff. Join us. You know where to find us :)
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
The Finishing Touches and Off She Goes
This morning I’m packing up Light My Day Barbie as she’s heading over to 50 Shotwell Galleries for the Altered Barbie Show opening on Thursday @ 7pm. I hope you’ll come out Thursday and see all the crazy Barbie pieces – homage and mockery all wrapped up in pretty pink like spun sugar.
I spent another 4+ hours yesterday finalizing the lamp, adding porcelain black heels and gloves to it, painting the top base white, affixing a special porcelain piece to the light switch.
I’m really going to miss my Barbie. I’m 36 so I haven’t exactly outgrown her and I’d love to keep her but (metaphorical) mom says I have to had her over today. Time to move on, to grow up. Put my big girl shoes on and head out into the cold harsh world. (It’s 59 this morning. Not exactly cold and harsh, but go with it.) Speaking of shoes, I have a special Barbie Perfect pair I’ll be wearing for the opening on Thursday night. Hope to see you there.
And here are the finishing touches:
Sugar Plum Fairy Barbie
Fabulous 40s Barbie
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