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Patti Smith, I don't know her.
Mar. 8th, 2013 08:13 amI know her name but her show was EXACTLY the sort of show I can't really be bothered to see. If I was at someone's house and they showed me their photo albums filled with pictures of graves I would be more interested in why they took them than the photographs themselves which is okay too. This has actually happened because for some reason I have known people who are obsessed with death. Knowing a lot of artists over the years I have also met a fair number of artists who have made death a study. Lisa Scarlett-Cruji has a book with the same name as her gallery show of many incarnations "How Did You Die?". "How Did You Die?" is funny and clever. (Lisa is pure delight. I am truly fond of her. I miss her since she moved to Vancouver.)
It appears that Patti Smith is very open and not "A Star" in her demeanor at all, but she is famous and that is why she got the west wing, cavernous and grimly dark to show her teeny tiny framed polaroid pictures. I start to make the trek around the room looking at one at a time and was so overwhelmed by dread I had to go and sit outside in the well lit gallery.
Dee continued on without me. I was enjoying watching the three women and two babies who where sharing the leather benches with me. Dee came out. A woman with rose coloured round, John Lennon glasses and short cropped white hair asked us how we liked the show and Dee said, "Not much!" to which I chimmed in, "I am having a bit too much of that sort of thing these days, I just found it oppressive."
I read the reviews this morning. I tell you, not many shows of this ilk get reviews on the cover of the entertainment section of the Star. They were all generous. Obviously you have to be a fan, or of the era. Dee knew better than I who she was and why it mattered. We ran into the woman volunteer we spoke to earlier. They spoke briefly about the 60's and having gay men for friends. There was a group forming around the large indoor courtyard. Patti was doing a sound check.
I had to get going. G.D. would be back (Y.S. was there to bring in her walker for her). "Are we cool?" I asked.
"We are cool!"
It appears that Patti Smith is very open and not "A Star" in her demeanor at all, but she is famous and that is why she got the west wing, cavernous and grimly dark to show her teeny tiny framed polaroid pictures. I start to make the trek around the room looking at one at a time and was so overwhelmed by dread I had to go and sit outside in the well lit gallery.
Dee continued on without me. I was enjoying watching the three women and two babies who where sharing the leather benches with me. Dee came out. A woman with rose coloured round, John Lennon glasses and short cropped white hair asked us how we liked the show and Dee said, "Not much!" to which I chimmed in, "I am having a bit too much of that sort of thing these days, I just found it oppressive."
I read the reviews this morning. I tell you, not many shows of this ilk get reviews on the cover of the entertainment section of the Star. They were all generous. Obviously you have to be a fan, or of the era. Dee knew better than I who she was and why it mattered. We ran into the woman volunteer we spoke to earlier. They spoke briefly about the 60's and having gay men for friends. There was a group forming around the large indoor courtyard. Patti was doing a sound check.
I had to get going. G.D. would be back (Y.S. was there to bring in her walker for her). "Are we cool?" I asked.
"We are cool!"
