Nothing like that happens here. Which suggests art has mellowed.
The scribbling stops at 1:10 p.m.--20 minutes ahead of schedule. Nobody has anything left to give. The finished work will be displayed next week, all 300-plus feet of it. Alex isn't sure how long it is. Much longer than the row house, though. Oh dear--nobody seems to have thought this through.
"I have a friend who has a gymnasium," says Alex.
The assembled artists blink and say, "What?"
They're obviously at that stage of sleep deprivation where the brain takes ages to process information.
I take the opportunity to tell them that while they labored, the planet was conquered by gibberish-spewing surrealist space squid from the planet Da Da.
No I don't. I go home. And so do they. To sleep--and to dream of white marks on brown paper and the bestial grunts of surprised Vikings.
"The Big Draw"
Fri., April 11, 5:30-8:30pm. Through April 19. My House Gallery, 2534 S. Eighth St. 908.370.1656
Calendar: Sept. 2-9