Scenes from Noche de Arte 2009, Opening Night
El Híjo and I accompanied El Fotógrafo to last night’s opening of Noche de Arte, in San Isidro.
The art show was held in an enormous gallery owned by a Peruvian bank, and one of the amusing things about it was how the bank stayed open to accept deposits from art buyers. Oh, and did I mention that more than 400 works were for sale?
The paintings were displayed in several indoor galleries. The photos were hung in an outside atrium that is not appropriate for an exhibit of delicate photographs. EF didn’t like that his photos were being exposed to the elements. Oh, well. He did complain.
Technically the artwork was well executed, for the most part. Nothing edgy or controversial, except for a life-size statue of a swimmer inside a yellow inner-tube that turned out to be an enormous yellow penis. It was goofy, really.
One artist contributed prints from her series of contemporary Vargas girls, using Limeña models. It was one of the few pieces in the show that commented on race and identity. Two thumbs up.
I had the worst hors d’ouvre of my life at the opening. A cracker spread with a chunky pink spread that the waiter said was “queso” but which left an aftertaste of vomit. I don’t know how people get away with things like this.
–Barbara R. Drake
2 Comments
Stuart
If someone handed me something chunky and pink, telling me it was cheese, I’d likely politely decline.
Now if it were chunky and pink, and they told me it was a strawberry cream, I’d consider it a realistic possibility that what they were giving me wouldn’t taste like vomit.
I only mention the above because I felt like commenting and didn’t really have anything else to say.
Au revoir.
Barbara
Well, live and learn. 🙂