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By on October 29, 2007 | Permalink | Comments (0)
Things I forgot:
a) To turn in the form to get 24 hour access to the gallery space
b) To include my name, or any reference to myself as the artist on the title wall (with the vinyl lettering or the statement of intent)
I remembered to order table cloths, but I forgot access to the gallery?
Today when Jenna and I were doing some stuff in the gallery there were two alumni/employees and one student sitting in there. I am not sure if this was part of their job responsibilities or if it was just a nice place to hang out with a computer and internet access. The point is, for the entire duration of our time in the space, they were very loud and “charming,” no less than singing Walt Disney songs and asking people who walked by what their favorite Disney movie was. Meanwhile, as I sweat and strained to reach the light track, adjusting a few lights, almost falling, I became very angry. There was absolutely no recognition that we were in there.
I have a difficult time with very wholesome people.
This is an abrieviated simulation of my experience of the Art Department at APU. I have not been a part of the major for four years, I have no work space in the wedge, I am a specter. I cannot say that I would want it otherwise, I tend to gravitate toward this role. But i was just really sad and felt disrespected today. Couldn’t they have gone to lunch and let us work? Couldn’t the 6’8” person have helped me adjust the lights?
So we went and got burritos and parted ways for the afternoon. After I got off work I went back into the gallery and was overcome with more feelings of simultaneous embarrassment and anger. Matthew and I spent an hour cleaning up stuff people left out. I wanted to put some of it in the storage space in the gallery, but the room was locked. Why did they not unlock it for me before they left? Why when I asked to store my things in the office, was the response of annoyance and disgust? This whole experience of the illusive “senior show” has been very bazaar for me.
I don’t know why I thought there would be professionalism. I don’t know why I thought I would receive respect.
Things keep going wrong. I am very nervous about tomorrow.
This is going to be a long night.
But the reason I am telling you about this is that I really want to try and figure out what keeps us from seeing each other. I keep thinking that the next institution I go to will be more organized or aware. But there seems to be the perpetual state of carelessness. I guess, more than determine the cause, I just want to expose this hurtful behavior in hopes that we will avoid it more.
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