A Trip Downtown
When the day is nice, and I have the time, I like to get off the bus at Station Square and walk across the Smithfield St. Bridge, enjoying the view of my city as it presents its best side to me. I was in town for the Pgh. Symphony's "coffee concert" -- bagels and coffee served in the garden before the concert, and then a Haydn symphony and a Mozart piano concerto. The seats were excellent, 4th row center. The daytime audience is less serious than evening attendees, chattering and clapping between movements.
I went on to the Wood St. Gallery, which was showing modern Mexican Art, to my pleasant surprise they were also serving a buffet lunch of crab cakes with mustard sauce.
"Who can I thank for this?" I asked through a full mouth. The woman serving the crab cakes explained that this very day between noon and 2, 9 gallaries in town were holding open house, and each was providing some refreshments.
I hurried on to the next gallery, that of the Associated Artists on Liberty Avenue. I almost missed it, the doorway was so grungy, but spotted other "tourists" with yellow maps in hand exiting. This gallery had the most interesting and varied art, and the dullest snacks (biscotti). Shown here is one room of the gallery, I won't try to explain it. In the next room, a Chinese video artist was showing her latest work, which contrasted a Chinese open air vegetable market with our strip district. The video could have been mine! I have tape of both, and some Mexican markets thrown in for good measure. Enjoyed her point of view.
And then, upstairs, an interactive performance piece. A man and woman, obscured from view, dressed as Adam and Eve. The audience - all 4 of us, controlled 2 video cameras by remote control. Zoom in and out, back and forth, up and down -- but not down far enough for the naughty parts. I imagine that this is how the sleaze shops that used to inhabit Liberty Avenue operated. Soon lost interest, there were other galleries, other snacks to reach before 2 o'clock chimed and I turned into an overstuffed pumpkin.
There were petites fours at one and fruit at the other, but the art was not that interesting. And then it was 2 o'clock, my feet hurt. Time to go home.
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