I went to the opening at Conner Gallery last Friday. As soon as I got up the steps I grabbed a beer and started talking to some friends, and there were a lot of them. So many, that there was no place to walk. I was sweating profusely; my only hope of relief was the beer in my hand. I actually started to cool down and see the art around me. That is until the bus driver of a gallery owner showed up. "Move back, move back," she herded us back into the rectangular room. She smashed us into the non-space until we were like sweaty Jell-O in a gallery mold. Eventually we grabbed the rest of the beer and drank it on the sidewalk out front. (However, the art in that oven was truly awesome.)
