Sunday at the Lyons Wier Gallery

Walking along 7 th avenue, I was invited into an art gallery. "It's free," a man who claimed to be one of the artists said. It sounded a lot more fun than what i was on my way to do which was a translation ( a temporary gig).

Although not my first gallery art opening/showing in New York, it was the first one that i was not kicked out of. My first exposure to the New York art world occured a few weeks ago when i over enthusiastically crashed a party in what is referred to as the gallery district. So excited to attend art openings, i walked up and down streets on a thursday evening - which is when i read that the art openings occur - to find these events.

After about 2o minutes, i noticed a few people talking outside; i noticed an opening: a door wedged slightly open. A little clandestine but i eased my way in. Art on the wall and a big table of food and wine in a loft. One canvass had what looked like Andy Warhol draped in an American flag. I poured myself a glass of chardonnay and ate some chips and guacamole. One woman pointed to a dip and said "this is very good". Not soon after, i was approached by a man who asked me whether i was invited, and said "this is a private party". I said, "i write a blog". He said "You'll have to leave" .

That's fine,but i took the chardonnay with me. Well, the glass that is. It wasn't very rock and roll of him ( i heard that line on Cupid). That was my first exposure to the New York art world - hopefully nobody is doing an expose.

My second exposure was the Lyons Wier on 7th near W. 20 th. Agni was the first artist i met and i asked her what her work was about and she said it was about intentions. I didn't quite understand but i pretended. I needed some wine to loosen myself up and a crash course in contemporary art. There was a smaller canvass underneath the larger one which read ' They are eating mud cookies in Haiti - what shoes shall i wear?' Is that a comment on class, I asked. "It's a comment on the state of the world".

Because i did not take any notes at this show, some stuff sadly is being left out. The wine also may have fogged my memory. Yvette's theme was kites. Little kites sewn on. Shapes, freedom, flying. "How does it make you feel?"

Scott talked about his abstracts and referred some books on art: The Sense of Sight by John Bergman, John Hughes, New China New Art by Richard Vine.


To be continued...