300 pageviews - ain't that speshul?
Worked at the Art Center gallery this weekend. Let's just say that apparently talent is not particularly helpful in becoming a sucessful artist. Random comments I wrote down from the day (I had to pretend to be busy):
Man: *comes into the gallery, stands in front of desk, stares at me* So . . . do I just look at the art now, or what? [It's an ART GALLERY! What do you EXPECT??]
Woman (to me): If you see someone in here frantic with a guitar in their hand, send them next door to me!
Woman (to friend): *staring at dolphin bowl* Did you know artists put fish on things because fish don't close their eyes so they ward off the evil eye!
Creepy encounter with old artist dude (gah, I had to lead him down a corridor in the dark to where we store our art. Ergh.):
Me: *tries to find right keys. Fails.*
Dude: You're cute.
Me: Er, here's your piece.
Dude: Are you an artist?
Me: No . . . I work next door.
Dude: You look like an artist.
Me: Uh, let me find your paperwork.
Dude: You're not just smart, you're pretty too! [At this point he was mocking me, but it was still creepy.]
Also, two people walked into the storage closet instead of the bathroom. LOLZ.
Art people are so weird. But I got to sit behind an official looking desk, and touch all the breakable pieces without anyone yelling at me. Hee.