It means things that exist, or are enjoyed only for a short time. This is not a word that is on my mind much. Several days ago, it hit me like a chop to the head.
That was after the group exhibition that includes me was shuttered closed at the Kershaw County Arts Center. It had been open only a couple of days. During that time, the small horsey town of Camden SC was the center of the coronavirus in our state. Early on, 9 out of the state’s 12 cases were located there. The numbers here have changed a lot, but as of yesterday SC has only one death, and that was in Lexington, SC.
During the opening on March 5, we were joking and poking each other with our elbows. There was a lovely spread of food, and most were partaking. After the opening we went with friends to an amazing Mexican restaurant, Salud, which was located in the common area of a huge building with no walls surrounding it. The restaurant was defined by its glittering lights and its placement near and under an ornate steel staircase that went up several floors.
We ate without thinking, although I did keep up my abnormally long hand-washing ritual. That was all BEFORE.
Every day we get up to new unbelievable headlines.
Our current experience made me think of one from November 2001. (It seems difficult for me just to report something; I have to connect something to it.)
Above is the Kellogg Gallery in 2019 at California State Poly in Ponoma, California. In 2001, I was invited to a fine show there entitled “Ephemera”. They spent a lot of money on an invitation which included several layers, one being something like onion skin which would dull the image below it. I think there was a catalog produced.
2001 was about five years after my conflict with colon cancer, including four operations. I used the making of my work to aid in the fight. A fight against ephemera. I was juried in.
That exhibition lasted maybe a week. Longer than than the one in Camden. The interior water spraying system engaged itself with no help from man and drenched the gallery and everything in it! My piece was framed in glass and no problems were experienced.
Just after this event happened, we were all contacted, told to hold on, and that the gallery would get back to us as to what they were going to do.
Contacted later, the director said the exhibition had closed, and that the event which closed an exhibition called “Ephemera” could not have been scripted any better. Finis.