Gallery Night in Ithaca is always a treat. The venues are so varied-a bakery, a gallery, a clothing store, the history center, a chocolate shop. The company was good,too,as I was guided by veteran gallery night denizens. Jyl kept us organized and Mike, in addition to being up for anything, can tell you what day you were born on. Due to rain, we ran late, and only had two out of three hours and thirty-one places to visit. Needless to say, we didn’t even come close.
In fact, I could have spent the whole time at the first show at the TC Library. The three-part exhibit included an installation of Carla Rae Johnson’s “The Alternet,” Barbara Page’s “Book Marks” and JoAnn Wilcox’s “The Call to Everyone”, as well as a 15 drawer card catalog filled with cards contributed by members of the community. The Alternet was what trapped me, each drawer of the card catalog full of the works of a different artist. Libraries have always been my happy,safe place. Heck, I used to love looking through the card catalog when it just listed books. Anyway, eventually my guides grew adamant, and we moved on.
We met the photographer Jon Bosak at Benjamin Peters, a men’s clothing store that smelled just like my granddads men’s clothing store. There was no sign out front indicating this was a gallery stop, so it was pretty empty. Too bad, because it was very nice work. Well crafted, but also the type of subjects that draw my eye, like interesting bits of metalwork and graffiti. Jon doesn’t have a website. He had concerns about folks snagging digital copies, so I hope the artwork I include here is okay.
We also saw Bill Liddick’s photographs at Collegetown Bagels, intimate portraits of nature taken as he kayaked through it.
At the CAP Artspace we saw what was essentially remnants of Kristen Tordella-Williams performance art piece “Grave”. (Perhaps it didn’t entirely convey the actual performance.)
The Ink Spot had an upstairs room full of member art as well as an exhibit for gallery night, making too many different artists to describe. My sister and I were both struck by one print in particular…just how we feel about horses, I guess. Then we peeked at the Moving Box Studio next door . It seemed very hip and full of young people and a bit, as Mike said, like Halloween. And indeed, there was an arguably nightmarish sculpture waiting in the corner.
Sarah’s Patisserie displayed the art of survivors of sexual assault. A variety of styles, they were generally more uplifting than depressing. And there were chocolates, incredible chocolates. A good part of gallery cruising is the munchies, but this was beyond the call of duty.
Another new business to me was the Mystic Water Kava Bar. A San Diego transplant, the interior design was a work of art in itself. We didn’t sample the wares (a “traditional
non-alcoholic elixir”), but I did enjoy the rich colors of Robert Barker’s oil paintings. Even in the dim light they glistened.
With four minutes to spare, we almost missed a great exhibit at the State of the Art Gallery. Three dimensional mixed media pieces pieces in wood, metal and twigs, many with meticulous cross stitching, by Eva Capobianco. In addition to being captivating pieces, she and a number of other artists at the gallery are donating 20% of their sales to the CRCFL. Thank you!