Hanging

I got an email the other day from the Brooklyn Waterfront Artists Coalition. Looks like they had some space for their next show and in return for working one shift at the show, would you like to hang some art? To sweeten the deal, they’d waive the yearly membership dues. Sure, I said, when can I come down?

So I spent a few hours on Sunday in Red Hook hanging a few photos of mine in their gigantic Civil War-era warehouse.

I’ve never done that before. The closest I’ve come to this is sticking a few pictures on the walls for a photo class critique, and that was many moons ago. Two thoughts: like just before a class critique, I wonder, am I going to get crucified; and the odd thrill of knowing my pictures are hanging in a show with hundreds of eyeballs gazing at them.

So: do your bit. Give me a vicarious thrill by going to see my (and about 200 other peoples’) art at the BWAC show. It opens this weekend and it’s up for a month. Go here for details.