Even though I have been paying bills and maintaining a household for the last 8 yrs or so this past Friday I feel like I've finally stepped into adulthood by attending my first art opening. I new friend invited me to the opening of his friends collection, The Tiberino Family, at the Sande Webster Gallery. It was nothing like I expected.
As a kid I always pictured art openings to be for pretentious, rich white folk who wore avante-gaurd clothes discussing the emotion poured into an art piece that only displayed a pin-sized colored dot on a white backdrop. Instead I saw people of all ages, races and backgrounds. I saw small children playing in the corner of a backroom that displayed washed out photographs from the inner city and 'thugs' in the latest gear discussing the medium of choice for a visual piece about Proust.
I felt at home yet so far away from things I felt so dear.
It was silly of me to think the typical inadequacy every artist feels would somehow bypass me.
All in all, it was a wonderful scene with emotional people who left their egos out with the cold.
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