Docent

January 26, 2009

've been to Deitch gallery a dozen times since the Sprouse opening, and keep meaning to take some good photos of the installation but for some reason I never do. I took a bunch during construction, but since it's been finished, I've barely taken any. Even at the opening, when cameras were flashing everywhere, and I was surrounded by people all dolled up and anxious to pose, I only took a handful.

On Saturday, I made plans to meet Katrina and Signe at the gallery. I threw my camera in my bag and jumped on the subway to meet Katrina, first, at restaurant around the corner from the gallery. I was early, she was late. I drank a coffee and read the paper while I waited. (Just because I don't write about airplanes falling into the Hudson River doesn't mean I don't read about it.)

I told Signe I'd be at the gallery by 2, but my schedule had dominoed. "No problem," she said, "I'm running late too." When Katrina arrived, there was no need to rush, but the service was so slow that we were even later than late.

It didn't take too long to walk through the exhibit — I answered a few questions, told them each a few stories, explained why this was like this and that was like that and then Signe went home to pack. She's moving next weekend, and has a lot of chachkas to pack. I offered to help her with my truck.

"Thanks, but I hired movers," she said. "My new place is a fourth floor walk-up."

"Oh, yeah, never mind."

"I know. There's no way I was going to move all my stuff myself. I already strained my leg just packing, know what I mean?"

Katrina hung for a minute longer to take a few photos. I took a picture of her taking a picture, and then she left, too.

I stayed behind to tie up a few loose ends at the gallery and by the time I was done, I was uninspired to take any photos. I just know I better do it soon, or it'll be down before I realize it. And then on to Hong Kong. Didn't I tell you? I've been contracted to design a condensed version of the exhibit as part of a larger show at the Hong Kong Museum of Art opening in the spring. For those of you who aren't able to make it to the show at Deitch Projects, I better see you in China. No excuses!