Last night I went to two art openings, one of which was mine. The first was for a woman I’d shown with last year. I love her work. It was great to see more of her stuff but I also got a surprise. When I enthusiastically mentioned having been in a show with her, she expressed disappointment about the way her work was displayed there. It was an installation piece that needed to be hung in a very specific way in order to be read correctly–quite literally. And a second work of hers that I’d also loved had been trapped, horizontal, in a vitrine, when it was intended to be hung vertically, freely.
I mention this because over the course of my brief career I’ve found myself feeling like some kind of jerk too many times. I want control over everything having to do with the promotion and presentation of my work, and if I want to get on in the world, I have to work and play well with others.
My first solo exhibition was given an absolutely horrendous name better used for a neurology conference. The PR for it was equally embarrassing. I don’t like the graphic design of most of my show invitations. I don’t like the photos the gallery chooses. Or the writing. On and on and on.
At the same time, I found myself at my opening last night talking to a man about why I’ve decided to move away from narrative as much as possible most of the time. I told him that I was trying to encourage my audience to look deeper, to avoid concern with resemblances and to grasp the spirit of a work, to look within.
So if with my own work, I’m inviting others to value their own experiences and not shove my personal agenda down their throats, why the concern with the most temporary and superficial aspects of the work? Why not be open to others’ curatorial and critical views?
If this is not to be a shared experience, what’s the point of exhibiting at all? Why not just save time and keep all my stuff at home, where I’m not threatened with embarrassment or loss of control?
Maybe it’s time to lighten up a little…
Wish me luck.

Natural Expressions, University of Minnesota