My first art show was in New York City. Well actually the Craiglist ad said right outside of New York City. Same thing, right? It didn't matter. It was my first art show, and I was going to do it not matter what.
I walked into a large, empty room with a stage. In the middle of the room was a square seating area. There were no paintings anywhere. No people actually. In the back right corner was a ramp leading to another room. A little man walked out and motioned for me to come back. One artist was already there hanging things up.
The room was small. No windows. The walls were painted a thick coat of black. The green floors were dirty. I hung my paintings on the front wall and stayed in the back room for awhile. Nobody bought anything. Nobody even talked to me.
After a couple hours I started to get really frustrated. This was supposed to be an art show, but nobody was looking at the artwork. There were a lot of people there but they were all in the main room, drinking, dancing. I was ready to go.
That's pretty much when I realized everyone looked really, well, weird. It was dark. Were those mattresses on the stage? I'm pretty sure the DJ had been playing the same song for an hour and a circle was forming around various break dancers. Their sweaty faces were lit only by their swinging glow sticks. Wait a second, is this a rave?
As soon as I realized this I grabbed my paintings off the wall and got the hell out of there. This is why it is important to do a little research. Look at what you are getting yourself into. Don't go to a show that doesn't fit.
I know that it is extremely tempting to just do it. But if you end up at a rave, like I did, it will waste your time and you will gain nothing from it.
And yes, I was definitely at a rave.
I'm Jackie, an artist, illustrator, and friend to ghosts, monsters, and aliens. This blog is full of DIY projects, stories, and things I think are cool. Stay weird.