Though the music was nice and the pieces were charming, it was little more.

So as no one cares to know, I went to Fly over Country tonight at Art off the Wall.

On the personal side of things, it was really great to get back downtown and enjoy some good arts and things. I even got a summer job offer thinger from the RAC so that's boss.
I'll get on with some more about that after I get on some more about this;

So, like, the art was charming.
The show featured art from Renee Staeck (ReneeStaeck.com), Anthony Weber (thepubliccereal.com), Jeffrey Kerr, and Kristopher Pollard (kpolly.com). Each artist was... pretty exellent. I loved Weber's abstract style, especially the piece "Punt", I could... see the title in it. All of his art did really nice, urban feeling things with it, and the colors were so sublime. Good stuff for the eyeholes. Pollard's art was... unique. I mean it in all... very... neutral way. Overall his pieces are worth a look, they are. They're well rendered, and have a... sort of verbal texture to them. It's hard to exsplain, but if you take in the piece, and apply the title, his work is... memorable. It's just hard to place... the... "use" of the art. It's almost a good thing, how his art is so... out of place here. It's just a little odd to me at this point. I do have to point out how delicious "Albatross" was though. It was a fun piece. Winning me over though, was Staeck's collection of portraits and figures. Her use of coffee, ink, and paint, makes a very beautiful, eye-catching story upon her art. You see the things she's made and you ask, "who is that?", or say "He certainly seems nice!". It's like having the person portrayed, right there with you. Even when you have no idea who they are. Winning my personal adoration was the easily-passed over works of Kerr. His pieces were camoflaged by the space he leaves in the canvas he works with, but the points and figures he so blatantly displays is something I was very pleased with. The piece they, eheh, ironically had above the handout table in the front "Bitches and Whores", was a lovely little thing that made many people open thier eyes and, sometimes, grimace slightly. Your mother will not approve. Kerr's few pieces he had in the show today made a point of how foolish, and sometimes hypocritical people who gossip today are. It may of been a played out sentament, but it was fun to see made in that piece, "Bitches and Whores", of three older women standing in a little group, and above them, it said, "These church-going bitches (is) are gossip whores".

Though, besides all the delectible art that passed through my orificies, the atomsphere itself was a bit tight, and a bit blank. It was nice to see art things going on and about tonight, but it wasn't refreshing like it should of been. Tonight was made in an obvious well-intented effort to renew the value of art in racine, make it more open for us common folk, but all it did was remind me how the art scene can still be so stuck up. It may of been good for me to be reminded that I won't be welcomed with open arms whenever I get around to being a part of the art "scene", so clicquishly named, but I've known that. It's was just a nerve-wracking exsperiance as I attempted to enjoy the art. It was like a cloud of haughtieness obstructed my view.

Which brings me to the offer I got to be a part of this... Art... job.... thing. This nice fellow, seeming a bit more exstroverted, but with the same shakish nervousness I was harboring deep in my forearms (aptly shaking) and eyeballs (directed aptly at the nice fellow's shoes), comes up to me, and my mother, and starts on about what he RAC is doing for racine. He goes on about the nice things about that, and then offeres this signupthinger to me for the thing. I sign just so, and he tottles off to fetch this woman, Jessika something or another, director of somethingsomething, she apparently was going to talk about the whosists and whatsists of this thing I apparently am going to do whenever, but this does not go so. He comes back and exsplains she's "busy". So he says that he'll just give us a ring eventually.

I feel bad with how I admired sir's shoes so.
I am just so terrible with these things.
I am more than a shoe admireing student, sir~
I just was overwhelmed 'cause I stay in a box 89% of the time!~

Oh, that also reminds me, when they were to inquire over my arteristingness...

"Are either of you artists?"
"I am, I'm an artist."
"You're a... student..."

Sorta... yeah.
Fuckin' condecend upon me, very inconsiderate, my sirs and madames. You know not of my work. It was very incosiderate considering how I was pulling the riegns on my inconsiderate mother as she foolishly trampled upon the dignity of sirs' Weber & Pllard's works so verbosely.
Very very inconsiderate, the lot of you!

...The music was nice though. I was bounce-stepping as we left. I regret not getting the word on those folks and who they be with thier washboard and that shush.

Oh what sublime joy.

I had fun. How bout you?