This past week has been CRAZY. School has been the usual, readings, readings, and more readings. Aside from that my internship has been on FI-YAH. The art gallery I intern for has reopened after they moved locations to a larger and very beautiful space. Everything is out there in the open, which I feel really reflects the gallery co-owners' personalities. They are both nice, straight-forward and open with how they feel and communicate. Interning for them has really been great and looking back on the last month, I have learned so much. Within four weeks I have done far more than I could ever have imagined and experienced so much within the San Francisco art world. It has been an awesome journey , which has only just begun! I hope to continue this learning process with as much progress as I have had so far.
Aside from working both the VIP preview of the gallery and the public grand opening I was able to meet many different people who work in the art business, here in San Francisco. Yes, it is nerve racking but if I just let my guard down and relax but keep my poise then I know the real me will come through. I am young and have yet to learn a lot, esp. to get my "foot in the door" but I know I am capable of a lot of things. I just wish I had more confidence in myself. My awkwardness just really loves the spotlight. She likes to pop out whenever there are crowds of people and it frustrates me. But, hey, it is a part of me. I cannot just shun her. Many of the gallery artists were present at the openings and the interns, the gallery employes (my supervisors), and the artists were treated to brunch by the gallery co-owners. It was a nice and more intimate setting to meet the artists. Everyone of the artists were so nice and personable. I really do not know how the co-owners find such great talented people with amazing personalities. They truly have a gift for finding those diamonds in the sea of dirt. One particular artist (name-wise I will stick with keeping it anonymous) really stuck out to me. His style is not really something I am usually attracted to because in my opinion it can be too graphic for me at times. However, behind it all I see wit, humor, and a thought process that went into each one of his paintings. They are not pieces to be taken all at once. At first glance you see lots of color, designs and figures, which is always a popular variation. However, after the first view a better inspection is taken upon these pieces and you realize there is more substance behind the wild designs and colors. Anyways, I am not here to do a review of his pieces... back to the point I was trying to get at. During the brunch he and I were formally introduced and we started talking about our backgrounds, me, about my family and growing up in Oahu, school, etc., him, about when and how he got to New York from Japan, New York, his visit to Oahu, etc. After we talked I told him I was visiting my sister in New York for Spring Break and he said I should call him or email him when I do and of course I said, "Sure." However, he failed to give me his # or email. So I shrugged it off as, "Oh wells, 'c'est la vie.' " The next day was the public opening for the gallery and once again I was working it and very excited to. I didn't get to talk to him but at the end of the night when everyone had left he gave me his card as I was leaving and about to say "Bye" to him. So basically, I will be calling or emailing him when I get to New York, but, I am a bit hesitant to because is it alright for an intern to hang out with one of the gallery artists? I guess in reality I should not think of myself as just an intern, but as me, a real human being. I would like to see him again and talk a little more than that time at the brunch. We have seen each other three days straight due to the gallery openings, etc., yet we have not been able to converse much because I have been WAY too busy working at the openings, which is my first priority. I shall see how this works out when I get to New York. Until then, I will obviously be mulling over everything as usual because I just overwork what is left of my poor whittle tired brain. I am sorry, Mr. Brain. I love you and appreciate you!
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