It's been a few months, but I managed to go again. I wasn't as much of a picture whore this time, but still managed to snap a shot of most of the ones I liked. The first gallery we started off at was at the Latina enthusiast gallery (I don't remember the name of it at all) and it had a few cool graphic novel prints and a few abstract pieces I got into, although I didn't bring out the cameraphone until the second gallery. Works, is the name? Probably?
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David Lippenberger's Untitled piece |
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ceramic and brass |
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Those things on the arms? Bugs. Real dead bugs. |
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Our reason for coming. Barbara's California piece. The clouds kind of look like a hand. |
The second gallery we went to, though, I fell in love with. It was two artists, each claiming a wall, one a sculptor and the other a painter. The paintings I weren't much into, but with the sculptures I took a picture of almost everything. They're by Derek Weisberg, and they're all self-portraits dealing with his angst from his dead mother.
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Lifesize mourners |
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this was pretty intense. death, right in the middle of the room. |
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the guitar-playing, harmonica-wielding entertainment for the night |
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On the way back to the car. A window filled with birds. |
Left early on in the night, but all in all I saw some pretty cool stuff.