Opening : Seven at the Warehouse Theatre and Galleries
Thursday night was hhhot, but I braved the humidity and walked after work from the National Mall to the Warehouse Theatre and Galleries complex for the opening of Lenny Campello's exhibition Seven. The Warehouse galleries are an eclectic group of rooms in varying stages of decay - the farther you ascend the stairs the less finished the gallery. I find this a refreshing change from the monotony of the ubiquitous white wall, but it must pose a fairly steep challenge to curators. The labyrinthine rooms were jam-packed with sweaty bodies - the only Warehouse space with air conditioning is the fun cafe - but despite the heat the crowd was enthusiastic. It's odd how you seem to see the same fruit and vegetable trays wherever you go in the art world (I suspect it's due to their convience and cheapness), but really that's the only complaint I can dredge up about the experience. Lenny must be pleased at the reception he got for his Herculean effort to create a show out of so many diverse artists in such an off the wall space. I'm going back to the show to view it in less cramped circumstances before I write a true review, but off hand I think he succeeded in pulling together an absorbing show that gives a sense of the breadth of DC metro artmaking without seeming like a mere checklist of area talent.
[Edit : upon returning to the show on Saturday I discovered that the galleries do indeed have air conditioning - it must have been overwhelmed by Thursday's crowd, the unfinished upper gallery, and the fact that all the doors stood open.]