June 2, 2007 Day 44
We met at the Hopper House at 9:30 a.m. yesterday, and didn't finish hanging the show until 4:30 in the afternoon. Hilda Epner, one of the abstract artists in the show, was also the curator. We had to figure out where to hang our paintings so that they would all look good and complement one another. This takes a lot of experimentation: one of us holds the painting up, the other stands back and looks, and then we switch places.
There were three rooms plus the office in which to hang art. Fortunately the third artist, Lee Brosgold, only needed one wall to hang his set of eight 8" x 8" oils in a configuration that made it into a kind of installation. He had a ceramic bowl that went with the group to complete it.
I had not brought any small paintings, and there were some small spaces to hang work, so Hilda, who lives 12 miles away, went home to get more of her small pieces. The gallery director and her assistant did the hard labor of climbing the ladder to adjust string and hooks. After everything was hung, we had to print and apply labels, and finally, the show was ready.
When we started out, the task had seemed impossible, but in the end, we had a great show hung.
Green Here and There and Illumination
Hope and Triangle Pose
Two paintings by Hilda Epner
Installation by Lee Brosgold
After resting at the motel by watching Venus Williams lose and Serena Williams win their tennis matches at the French Open, we had a luscious dinner at the Hudson House. I had two glasses of wine and was feeling mellow as we walked up and down Main Street in Nyack.
Today we have the day off. I made my drawing first thing after picking up coffee and juice. It looked as if it would be difficult to pull together, but by patiently making marks, I felt it finally worked.
Drawing #44, 8" x 6"
Adrian's son Owen called then and said he was only an hour away, asking us to wait to eat with him. We drove to Nyack Beach State Park, only ten minutes away, and took a short walk along the Hudson River. We would have stayed longer, but wanted to get back for Owen.
Now, two hours later, he called to say he took the wrong road and was in Hackensack, New Jersey.
And so it goes.
With temps in the 80s and no shade on the walk at the park, it's just as well we came back early.
(Note: There is a gap between the dates I'm writing and posting because I had to give myself time to get ahead in case we travel and I'm not able to post.)