Alright, I’ve done some reading and talking and perhaps I’m simply not cut out for art fairs. Not the conventional ones anyway. Perhaps an art fair built like Fusebox Festival, I could do. Are those, biennials then? Well, I’ve read about the fair/biennial/triennial mess enough and I’m sure you have too. So, let’s just keep this easy.
As I mentioned, I did not take pictures of any art work. However, I did manage to collect business cards. I love business cards (but I’ll tell you about that another time).
Those that made it into my bag (artists I or Brian particularly liked were written on the back and listed with their gallery):
Now, I think this would enable you to trace our route through the fair as well as find the point when we checked out. So I apologize to the galleries I went through glassy-eyed and numb. Next year (I do want to try to go every year) we’ll do it in two days to minimize the mind-fuck.
Best read? Dean Liscum’s trip to the fair with MeeMaw on The Great God Pan is Dead.