06E061
Critic's Notebook
As any visitor to the Tri-County Courthouse Annex knows, that walk
from the East Main Street entrance to the south wing hearing rooms is a long
one, whether you're reporting for jury duty or surrendering your driver’s
license, no matter how many times you've done it. The art exhibit currently
adorning those walls, "Perspective Ages: Expressions of the Young and
Old" (November 10 – January 30), whose premise is juxtaposing artwork by
five-year-olds with that of senior citizens, makes it seem even longer.
While I didn't arrive at the opening of this show expecting to
discover a prodigy in Mrs. Tobler's kindergarten class from Tri-County
Elementary or a Grandma Moses among the residents of the Shady Rest Retirement
Village, I was still grossly disappointed.
Inspired by a recent trend among New York museums to pair up great
painters (Matisse-Picasso, Manet-Velasquez, etc.), in a sort of Famous Artist
Dream Date, this display of local talent is the second in a trio on the theme
"Contrast and Compare".
The first of these offerings, "Landscapes or Seascapes: Which is
Better?" closed a few weeks ago and the third, "Poker & Pool:
Dogs at Play" is set to open in the spring. The brochure insists that the
purpose of these exhibits is “To reveal the important things in life through
differing artistic visions."
Well, I don't know what's important to you but all that comparing the
paint spatters of the very young and the very old revealed to me is: 1) Both
groups favor bright colors and possess sub-par motor skills; 2) At a quick
glance (the only sensible way to see this show) you can’t tell if a picture is
by a child or a senior; and 3) Since they all stick close to the same short
roster of sappy, sentimental subjects — family, pets, thieving night-shift
orderlies — it doesn't really matter.
The deeper into this show I waded, the darker my mood became. No
sooner had I remarked aloud that "My grandmother could do better,"
than I spotted my own dear old Nana's mixed-media entry (egg tempera, raspberry
Jell-O), entitled "But I Wanted Pudding!" and realized that, no, she
couldn't.
As for the opening night festivities, since my role in the unfortunate
melee has already been widely reported and is part of an ongoing civil (though
no longer criminal) matter, I can say nothing more. With hindsight, however, I
should probably have been a tad more sotto
of voce when dictating my
observations into the tape recorder, at least while standing within earshot of
the artists and their families and friends.
My advice for anyone needing to traverse this
corridor in the near future is to insist on a court date after the exhibit has
ended or, failing that, to pull your coat up over your face, perp-walk style,
and make a run for the parking lot. That's my plan, anyway.