Paddy and I met Perry at the art museum last night. The Asian Art Association held a welcome reception for the new curator of Asian art. Paddy and I arrived later than expected due to horrendous traffic going into downtown for the annual holiday parade. I was the youngest person in the room. That is, until Paddy walked in five seconds behind me to claim the title.
We stayed at the reception for a short time and then hightailed it over to the Santa Fe arts district. Our first stop was Mai Wyn Fine Art to check out Mai’s new work. It’s a small, but pleasing, show. Next, we crossed to street to check out the new juried show at Point. Brenda LaBier has a striking nude self-portrait in the show (click here for a cropped image). She’s laying down a piece of red fabric that’s been laid on top of a frozen lake. Fox footprints dot the snow beside her. She laid on the ice for forty-five minutes trying to get the right shot. That’s dedication to one’s art. Before leaving for the Navajo Arts District, we admired Michael Dowling’s work in the main gallery. The man is a master.
Over at Navajo, we took in a highly conceptual show at Pirate. None of us understood the show. Perry warned us not to get into a conversation with the artist as he would talk all night. We had other shows to see so time was of the essence. Stops were made at Next, Zip37 and Edge. Nothing excited us so we motored over to Ironton Gallery in RiNo.
Ironton has thirty-one watercolors by Matt Holman on display. The works create a single, wordless narrative about the journey of life and love. This is another great show to see. Perry introduced Paddy and me to David Menard, an artist who shows at Point. I have admired David’s work for a while. It was a treat to have a conversation about his work. I also got the meet his girlfriend, Heidi Jung, who is an artist represented by Michael Warren Contemporary. I have also admired Heidi’s work but had never met her. Heidi and I also had a nice chat. It turns out she used to work in my former neighbor’s furniture showroom in the design center.
After Ironton, Paddy and I dropped Perry off at the museum parking garage. We stopped for desert at Blackbird on the way back to my house.
It turned out to be a great night. I saw stellar art. Talked with Brenda and her pal, Tracy (another very talented artist). Met two artists whose work I have admired for a while, but never had a chance to meet. And ended the evening with a sweet treat.
It was a great way to end a hellish work week.