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I love art, except when it sucks.
I recently went to an “Art Show” in Buffalo, NY. Stronger Together WNY's 1st Anniversary - Rebellious Art + Craft Show.
It is a “non-partisan action group dedicated to building stronger communities.” They were inspired by the women's march, they were inspired by the movement.
To continue the momentum of voices, they gathered up their signs. One woman especially couldn't part with the physical embodiment of their outrage, so they decided to display them outside their home in a living, breathing remembrance of our modern age female movement. She posted them on trees and all around her neighborhood, people brought their own signs and started adding to her collection.
It really started with one woman that was just mad. And it became something bigger.
It sounds really cool and edgy, right? It could have been, but it wasn’t. The most artistic part about the whole event was the art already there as the installment of the gallery ArtSpace; a new, hip art venue in the heart of downtown located on Main Street.
They had ceramic sculptures varying from abstract wall ribbons to little clay pots filled with flowers that were also made out of clay.
The displays that they had were a Native American quiltmaker who had non-conforming shaped pieces to make this collection.
They had Post-it notes on a wall, which was supposed to be an interactive experience so attendees could ban together and express the community’s needs. Majority of responses referred to low voting involvement in WNY and messages of solidarity and hope. This actually turned out to be better than the signs about areolas and such.
There was no cohesive message from the artists that were displayed there. The brash contrast between low-brow and high-brow work created a muddied conversation that was so loud it over spoke the political purposes of the organization.
The best, and worst, part about this art and craft show was the crafts.
While they had talented artists, there was nothing really mind-blowing or hugely eye-catching. There were the usual soap makers, and a really cool kid who at thirteen has started making Buffalo notecards for sale. There were a few jewelry artisans, but none had me rolling on the floor from laughter more than this beauty.
Just kidding. There were artistic pieces of the Trumpster. Showing that Frankenstein-esque art can be done right.
But the very best part about this awful attempt at an art show was finding out about this young man from the No Labels Clothing Cooperative. This store is a gender neutral place where you can find clothes with no size tags and everything you need when you are transitioning and may not have a ton of cash. It is a thrift store/consignment shop/safe space for LGBTQ+ and everyone should check it out and donate!
We had a ball of a time because we were together. And we swiftly left to go out to CoCo. Another place in Buffalo that will not get my sassy snub.
In·ter·punct shares interviews, expositions, poems and daily musings from the intimate lives of writers. Like the interpunct, which is a middot used to separate syllables, this blog seeks to highlight, in an edgy and sprightly fashion, the poetic moments that punctuate our lives.