A new show, finally, at the local art gallery. Long overdue, these shows occupy the mind for maybe half an hour - tops, then hang around town another 3-4 months afterwards.
We need a quicker turn-around.
Anyways, I'd tried to go on Friday night, the shows opening, possibly of interest to me as the artist made mention of "local geology" which, as you might expect, got me going.
But Friday night it's packed, to the gills, and moving through the the hoi polloi, all of whom are too busy hob-nobbing to make way or for easy passage through the gallery. It's impossible.
So I return Saturday, when the gallery's empty, and ....
Well, it's discouragingly "modern", by which the artist is simply using words like "geology" to drag me in, there's very few rocks, and the rocks she's used are boring, and instead of being lovingly sculpted she's simply added shapes to them with modelling clay (I'd had the same idea, but imagined it carved from the living rock...). A few curtains dusted with mica, a few map-type thingies which are hardly art, this is bollocks.
The other gallery opening is tomorrow, and I'm not sure I want to invest any hope in this...