La Passegiata, Red Hook (solo) Part II: Art in the Dark at Kidd Yellin

Date: June 29, 2010, even later in the afternoon than before. a breeze near the waterfront.
Location: Conover Street, ‘Kidd Yellin’
Weather: See previous post. Hot. OK?
Narrative: I tell you, honestly: I’m NOT looking for “art.” I just want to take a walk.
Then this:

No, that isn’t a mezuzah taking a nap. It’s a doorbell. Thing is, I didn’t even see it at first, and I certainly didn’t bother to read that sign saying there was an exhibition inside. I just peered through the glass; saw art; gently pushed the door open.
It gave.
Inside it was dark.
It was quiet.

blurry art show, open for marauders like me, complete with red balls on...casters!

Viola. Huge show, nicely curated, full of diverse stuff in diverse media, all of which was just edgy enough—and just not edgy enough— to coexist into someone’s idea of a tongue-and-groove-constructed high concept. I was grateful for the fact that the lights were off (remember, I’m not looking for art). That way, I could feel all that Curatorial Energy on my skin, as it were, and have zero obligation to weigh in about it.

Art Critic as Fruit Bat. That’s my speed.
Time to flit out.
Ooops. I must nepotistically report on more serendipitous-ness. Good artist and good buddy Gary Peterson is in this show. See, it’s official: a checklist and everything.

Peterson et al in checklist in dark

Now how smart are these Kidd Yellin people anyway?
I’ve always like passing by the glass doors.
Nice to finally go inside.

wow to all that perfect light and cloud action again outside.