Burmese Art Show: To Be or Not To Be - closing reception

Before I went to the reading by The Unbearables at Lambert Fine Arts on Saturday evening, 2/25/2012- previously documented here (check the left column for a list of entries) - I went by the Gallery35 at the Unitarian Universalist Church on E. 35th St. in Manhattan, for the closing reception of a show brought to NYC by The Mantle and art@apt, of several Burmese artists. The show was called “To Be Or Not To Be”. The works varied from the urban version of pastoral (urbanal?) with scenes in Central Park, to highly charged works with political messages appropriate to exiles from Burma.

I was hoping for some Burmese food, but if there was any, I missed it. Oh well. The potato chips were especially delicious for being served in so poignant a situation.

As is my habit, I took pictures of people, and the art work is only in the background.

                                         

                                                  

 I close with two cityscapes. It was a beautiful afternoon in NYC. This winter’s had a lot of days like this. I don’t usually shoot buildings or sky except as backdrop to the people I prefer photographing. I often find landscape photography beautiful yet boring. Sometimes I make an exception for myself, even as i admit that more than a couple of these might very well be boring.

Fusion Arts presentsThe Unbearables Celebrate Sex at Lambert Fine Arts: Part 3

All right! Here's the third and probably final bunch of pictures, selected from the thousands I've taken over the past several years, including the many I took at Lambert Fine Arts that evening. Refer back to the first entry for more info on the reading.


The photos are presented in the order I took them, so they provide an episodic chronicle of the event minus the words and sound heard that evening. If you want to read the poems and stories for yourself, you'll have to go get a copy of The Unbearables Big Book of Sex available through the publisher or through fine bookstores - such as Posman Books and the St. Marks Bookshop - both fine places to buy books, browse and talk about books, and then return to and buy more books. (Now back to the main story.)


The reading was fun. That should say it all. If it wasn't fun, it would've been a drag. Nobody wants to attend a drag. There was more talent in that room than on the 1962-1965 Mets combined.  Of course those were atrocious Mets teams, but they were lovable. I am sure some of these Unbearables are adorable, but that's guesswork. They can tell me if they are or not.


Be patient, the photos will be captioned, which will also make them easier to find.

Enjoy the pictures. Comments and criticism welcome. I do moderate comments, so please, no unsolicited ad hominem attacks, no SPAM. 


Click on the photos to enlarge. C'mon, admit it, you like to see yourself on the web. 


Of course, you like it even more when other people see you on the web!

Fusion Arts presentsThe Unbearables Celebrate Sex at Lambert Fine Arts: Part 2

Moving right along with the second batch of pictures, selected from the dozens and hundreds I took. Refer back to the previous entry for more info on the reading.


The photos are a sort of time lapse film of the event - and if you want the sound you'll have to go get a copy of The Unbearables Big Book of Sex available through the publisher or through fine bookstores - click the link for one I rather like, and here's another (one is for Posman Books, the other for the St. Marks Bookshop - both fine places to buy your books. Support Indie Booksellers!!! Now back to our story.)


You can see in at least one of these photos how crowded the gallery was. When I was a college student I sold beer at the local NHL and NBA teams' games. If I'd brought a case of brews with me, I could've sold out in 15 minutes. So it goes. But you didn't need to be intoxicated to enjoy the reading. I'll caption the pictures later and revise this statement, or maybe I'll caption them and not revise anything. That's dogs work and I am not a dog. There were no dogs there, only hot writers and a sweltering, enthusiastic audience. Maybe if there were hot dogs there . . . 


Enjoy the pictures. Comments and criticism welcome. I do moderate comments, so please, no unsolicited ad hominem attacks, no SPAM.


Click on the photos to enlarge. I know you're going to if you see yourself.