I remember Gallery Nights in Rochester where swarms of people crossed each other’s paths as we bounced from one gallery to the next. Or maybe that was another city. When First Friday’s come every four weeks or so it’s hard to muster that much enthusiasm but sometime the nights with the lowest expectations are the most rewarding.
We started Friday evening at the Village Gate sipping Negra Modelos (feminine adjective male noun) while listening to a Po’ Boys offshoot, Dixieland/Eastman School of Music band. They sounded best when they took it big easy, laying back enough to allow the drummer‘s lightest touch, left hand rolls to poke through. Down the street to the MAG where they had just hung a hundred or so self portraits of Rochester residents on the fence surrounding the gallery grounds. We spotted a handful that we loved. Jamie Seale, bass player for Giant Panda proclaimed this show the best he had seen in in his mom’s gallery.
From there Brian Peterson pointed us down the street to the Visual Studies Workshop where there was an outdoor installation by Karen Brummund. Worker bees were plastering the front face of the building with a stack of 8 1/2 x 11 laser prints of a huge tiled image of the front face of the building blurring the line between a photo of the building and the building itself. I like this technique and used it myself on the mugshots of Bug Jar patrons that I did in 1998.
We finished the night at the State of City exhibition at RoCo and topped that off by ringing the buzzer at Black Dog Studios where they had a show of Hendrix related art from the collection of Jimi’s cousin. Kind of whacky.
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