Guys, I am ready for class.
You know. Classy stuff. Classy entertainment. Classy food. I am ready for something different and cool but not painfully hipster.
Now, let me tell you that I am by no means an artist. Or an art critic, for that matter. To this day I believe my art sculpture from the fourth grade did not burst in the kiln but was sabotaged by my teacher, as it reflected poorly on the class. But I love art! Art is amazing! Art transcends human emotion and bares the deepest imperfections of the soul in a physical state! THAT IS FRICKIN’ AMAZING! So I don’t care if you are into sports or politics or whatever–art is for everyone! And i t is also very classy.
So I went to the Short North Art Gallery Hop a couple weeks ago with my friends, mostly making the trek to de-stress from finals week studying. And because, I learned with a dizzy rush of joy, that it was completely free.
And it was great art and great entertainment for a couple reasons. However, for the (I’m sure very, very, very few) people who just clicked on this to get information about the Gallery Hop, see the picture below.
This is a map of the Gallery Hop. You can visit all these different art galleries and check out their art. It takes place on the first Saturday of every month from 4 p.m. to 10 p.m. Here is the link to the website with more information. shortnorth.org/arts-galleries/gallery-hop
Of course, the art was fantastic. I really liked it because the vibe was more personal and less pretentious than that of larger art galleries. I went to the Chicago Institute of Art this past summer and honestly, it was so vast and formidable it gave me a bit of a headache. These art galleries were more friendly, more warm. They featured local artists, but the histories behind them were still so rich. We spent a while in one of the galleries talking about an artist from Paris who settled here. I love wondering how artists got to Columbus and what made them feel something strong enough to dedicate a portion of their life to representing it.
Also, remember how I was telling you that I am not an artist? One of the friends that I went with is one. Let me tell you, this girl is amazing. So when I saw a white canvas with a yellow dot I said it looked like an egg; she observed the direction of the brush strokes and the texture of the piece. From this more qualified viewpoint, she said her favorite pieces were the Mark Bush portraits and the Annette Poitau abstract paintings.
But in addition to the art, I think just the people I observed and the atmosphere I saw seemed like a work of art. I realize that I sound like such a creep here. Really, though. There were women with red lipstick and perfect hair that I sometimes wanted to touch to see if it moved. Men with stubble a little too long and nice pants. People dressed in a fashion completely nonchalant. People in their 30s looking keenly at the gallery owners as they enjoyed a lively exchange about the artists’ “other work.” And the galleries were so small and vibrant with such personality; people were buzzing and chatting and meandering about. The scenes seemed like they fell straight out of a novel. (That was set in London. And had a quirky but wholehearted protagonist. Who, like, really found herself.) Plus, since it was winter, there were lights in the Short North and the sting outside was only cold enough to be a nice juxtaposition to the sultry, busy heartbeat inside the galleries. The whole vibe was so romantic, so enchanting, so endearing. And that’s why we need class, to be inspired, to be conscious and aware of audacity and maybe even a little rebellion.
So. Yeah. Check it out next month and start your 2017 off right.
A last note a little off topic here.
2016 has been quite a year, especially for Ohio State.
We have been pushed to our very limits, the country in a turbulent state after the shocking presidential election, our campus shaken from the incident late November. There were countless instances of destruction and injustice. For me personally, too, this entire year has been an emotional rollercoaster, something to which I believe many people can relate. In a nutshell, 2016 has been trying .
But I really am hopeful for next year. I’m hopeful because this year has also opened my eyes. At Ohio State, I’ve met some really amazing, supportive people, and I’ve also learned that, when you dig a little deeper, almost everyone has more good to them than bad. And that’s a hard thing to believe, because it is so easy to act on the bad, to let hatred and fear cloud our vision. There is so much good around us, though, and I really, really do believe that, just as 2016 broke all odds, so will 2017, but for the better. (I feel like somewhere in here I should say I believe this despite being an aspiring businesswoman who just learned about the causes of the 2008 financial crisis. That way you know it’s legit.)
Happy New Year, everyone. To 2016, good riddance, and to 2017, good luck. I will see you all next year.
The title of this blog is a reference of the 2006 movie “Night at the Museum.”