But when I trekked over to City Gallery East to see the 4th annual "Pin-Up Show" there was not much other than disappointment to work with.
Considering there are 23 artists invited and each was given a substantial amount of space for their own self-curated "mini-show" located within the belly of City Hall East, the exhibition was vexingly oblivious. The bland work could have just as easily dimmed the walls of the airport, local library, or maternity ward. For so many artists to have access to a building ripe with possibilities for political and social commentary (City Hall East, formerly the Sears Building, was purchased by the city in the 90's for use as an office space with adjoining Police Dept. and is now slated to be completely renovated into a titanic commercial space in cahoots with the impending Belt Line.) it's disappointing that the works did not respond in any way to the dynamic space - a space which serves as a nice microcosm of Atlanta's fast paced growth and renewal.
Now that I've tossed a bit of negative energy into the universe, let me backpedal by saying there were some interesting pieces included - even if they did not seem particularly poignant to the setting.
This guy used the space in an interesting way to spin a personal narrative.
I think these are pastel on paper - pretty incredible craftsmanship
and the placement of Gran really set this piece off.
This artist (Ame Crot-Curott?) covered her 9'x17' space with ink, charcoal, and pastel drawings that ranged from classical copies to sketches and exaggerated Anime forms. The different styles of the drawings pulled from many periods of Asian and Western Art with the concepts of beauty and sexuality compared and contrasted through the varied depictions of the female body.
Maria Lino had an interesting series of printed scans of sketch book pages.
But it was Stan Woodard's installation that really made the trip through the security check worth it. Having no idea what its about, I can only say that it stuck out from the other artwork like a ballsy bout of honest experimentation that placed itself squarely at odds with its environment, threatening late-afternoon confusions and mid-morning curiosities. This is the piece that will actually stop City Hall East workers as they walk the cavernous hallway between one department to another, to scratch their heads and guffaw at the absurdity of art with a twinkle in their eyes for this little schism in the daily grind.
Stonehenge? Alien encounter? Wow, I really begin to wax poetically after midnight... I should stop here.
While I wouldn't say this exhibition is a "drop what you're doing and run for the art" type of show, if you happen to be at Whole Foods buying a raspberry bush for the yard you don't have (they're on sale and seem to be surviving in a flower pot thus far) then you ought to walk over and see Woodard's installation - encounters of this kind aren't available very often in this fair city.