Art Chantry @ the Henry

First of all, I must apologize for the lack of posting in the last month or so. I have been crazy busy settling into a new place, learning, working, and playing. I've had several things I wanted to blog about in this time, but it never seemed to happen. Tonight however, I went to a lecture that inspired me so much that I couldn't keep it to myself.

Tonight I stopped by the Henry Art Gallery to see local designer Art Chantry speak about his work. He hadn't really been on my radar before, and when I was deciding whether to attend or not I was frankly a little put off by the fact that most of his work is in advertisement. I admit to a bit of snobbery when it comes to slogging product, but this guy managed to rock my world anyway. What was so amazing? Authenticity. There is so little of it in the world, and Chantry has it in spades. Why shoot a TV and then take a picture of it, when you can take a picture of it and shoot the picture? Why put flames on a poster, when you can set the poster on fire? Why declare yourself to be Swiss when you're really a punk at heart? For the first time I see with 100% clarity that the abstract and undefined ideas that have been floating in my head do have a place in this industry, that I have a place in this industry. This man stepped up to the podium and he was tattooed, he was crass, he was unapologetic about his ugliest work, and I was amazed, because it's far too easy to become obsessed with making things look good at the expense of authenticity and experimentation and your own real self. Now, I'm not ready to run off and be a little disciple or anything, because that would only be imitation, and be as plastic and slick as the Swiss disciples, and I'm not particularly punk anyways.

But I guess what I'm trying to say is this: thank you Art, for a magical evening. You really opened my eyes.