What's Going On?

It has been a full month since I posted.  So much for weekly posting updates.  First things first.  On October 21st, I took my husband and kiddies to the opening reception of Tyrone Geter's "Black Works."  I remember when I first saw Mr. Geter's work.  It was my freshman year at Columbia College.  His work was shown along with Tonya Gregg's.  Now prior to ever seeing his work my professors had already mentioned his name in regards to my work, saying that I have a lot of the same "sensitivities" and styles so I was really looking forward to seeing the work of this artist.  I was blown away (actually totally floored) by his pieces, my favorite being a mixed media piece he did of a young child with angel wings with a trunk of old toys and items below it.  I can't find a copy of this piece online but I remembered just looking in awe at his mastery of the medium I was so in love with at the time: charcoal.  I thought my professors were insane for comparing me to a man that far surpassed my skills (although I did see the similarity).  Just amazing.  This show was no exception.  His new pieces were pretty striking.  He did have some of his older work here or there including one of my favorites of a young girl on grey paper.  I love his incorporation of 3d elements with the 2d. 

The reception was actually the first time I really met Mr. Geter even though I have talked to him on the phone.  The first thing he did was come up to my son and observe that he was the only boy of four.  He then told Ethan to always be nice to his sisters and about what happened to him as a child if he wasn't nice to his sisters. "I'd get a whupping!"  My little one, she really took a shine to him and even gave him a hug.  I call my oldest and my youngest my social butterflies as they are nowhere near shy.  My stepdaughter and my middle child are very quiet and reserve.  Just don't do anything funny around my Lana Mama.  She will laugh at you, lol.  I shook his hand and reminded him that I had spoken with him earlier in the year and he remembered and apologized (totally unnecessary though, I know he's busy) for not being able to meet with me at that time or make it to the show.   He said to give him a call and remind him that I was the young lady with the four beautiful children.


To be honest, I don't think my hubby or the kiddies like going to art receptions.  The kids get bored pretty quickly, which does reduce the amount of time I would normally spend at one and this one was no exception...we had to skip out earlier than I had originally planned.  My time is so tight I wasn't sure I would be able to make it back by the time it would come down.  

I love to talk about art.  I love to critique.  I love everything about it.  My children....eh, not so much.  There was one piece that incorporated black and blue paper.  On the bottom was a field of peas painted black with a lone blue marble in the middle.  My son made the mistake of asking me why there was only one blue marble down there.  It sparked a long explanation into color theory, balance and proportion which was very exciting to me.  When I was finished my son looked at the drawing, then he looked at me, then he looked back at the drawing and said "I don't get it."  I laughed and told him it was fine.  One of my favorite pieces was one done in pastels, which my little one said she liked because it was "so colorful."  I bit my tongue on a more detailed critique than "pretty colors" as the kids were bored enough.  How could I have four kids and NONE of them show any interest in art?  My Lana Mama has an eye but no interest really.  Well they are young yet.