Getting Cray-cray At LOW
She’s a Meegan, bo-beegan weegan. Ber-phweegan, she’s not a vegan; she’s a Meegan. Don’t call her freegan. She’s a Meegan…
Megan Nolan’s recent group art show in December-January, FAST FORWARD at San Diego’s Low Gallery (lowgallerysd.com), participated in by your’s truly, was a nominal social success, if not an economic one. Out of the 80 pieces in the show (one was mine) I think she told me fifteen sold.
“Come on outsider art-loving San Diego! Show more support,” one might say. Of course it would help if the outstandingly amazing genius art talent exhibited was presented in a more properly relevant light, with greater consistency in compositional conversation, less sucky and haphazard little-bit-of-everything garage sale conglomerate skitzo-ness.
Whatever. It was fun to see people. And Meegan is always a q-tee, even if she is a little bit batty. I may participate in another, professional, show somewhere again. The whole art scam is, afterall, a fun rush.