Art In Person


On assignment from the Digital Studio AAD73 class, a bunch of us traipsed down to downtown Sacramento through construction zones and continuous rush hour traffic, and made our way to the briefly famed Art Hotel. We were met there by our ingenious professor, waving us on to hurry and shove our way through the hordes and clumps of people who’d gotten to there early and snatched up all the tickets for the time slots we wanted! We made it just in time to secure the last few 5:00 and 5:30 tickets. Ms. Rishe bartered for a few more and the we all shuffled around, filled out some paperwork and then decided rather than kill the time we had to spare standing in the stink leaching out from somewhere in the vicinity of the entrance, we’d take a hike over to the Crocker.

It was a beautiful afternoon for a walk in the city and the art of Ai WeiWei was waiting for us. We mused over that and the digital installation in the stair well then hustled our way back to the Jade to file ourselves into line for the grand art experience. Actually though, was already well under way. The thug acting as bouncer for the event was an exhibit all his own. So was the guy in the green shirt passively making masking tape sculptures on his arm. It was all really amusing. Neither of them were going to do any of us unruly art appreciators any favors, that was for sure! So we minded our manners and waited our turn and wow! What an exhilarating, claustrophobic, stunning, sensory overloading, creepy, anxiety inducing, yet touching experience we were in for.

It was really too much for me to absorb in under 30 minutes. But we knew that going in. And I’m realizing now, that was part of the affect. (And is partly why I chose the “Rock the Nation” song by my fav, Michael Franti, for the soundtrack in flipagram I put together)

I think my favorite was the room with the leather club chair and the floor lamp, which cast warm light walls papered with script from what looked to be lines of the movie that was being projected into the corner, playing like a memory being relived.

It was an art experience like no other.