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Nov. 27th, 2006 | 09:31 pm

So I know this artist, Kim Glover, who had her first gallery show as part of her BFA thesis exhibit this last weekend.

Anyway, and I'm sure I'm mangling this part because, yanno, me and aesthetics, but the main part of her exhibit was an installation about how we walk on eggshells around art. I'm sure it also invoked concepts of fragility and birth and a lot more, but the main thing was eggshells. She collected thousands of eggshells from coffeeshops for a couple weeks, hand bleached them all to be clean and sterile, dusted them with gold for symbolic value, mixed in steel cable for constrast -- again, I'm sure I'm screwing up the description -- but the thing is she covered a thousand square feet of the exhibit floor with these eggshells. She had other work on the walls -- she does very cool photography -- but the main installation, the thing on all the postcards and the flyers, and the main part of her thesis, was the eggshells.

So she finished preparing the installation around 2:30, went out to wash up and grab a quick cup of coffee, and rushed back to the gallery for the show's opening at 5:00.

The eggshells were gone.

The floor was clean.


Kim was standing there with the gallery owner, and the first guests were arriving early, backing up at the door, and Kim's hands were still red and raw from the hours sunk in bleach water, the days scrubbing these eggshells clean without crushing them, and the floor was completely empty and shiny and, well, eggless. The installation gone.

Turns out the cleaning lady popped in to get the gallery ready for the opening, saw the installation, swept it up in a hurry and carried it all out to the dumpster.

Kim still seemed pretty devastated about it when I saw her this afternoon. But she's amazingly talented and has a lot of great art ahead of her. And that story will be the default lead-in on every newspaper and magazine article about her work for the next 40 years. It's the iconic story of modern art.

Somewhere down the road, when you read it again, remember that you read it here first.

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charlie is so sweet

from: anonymous
date: Dec. 1st, 2006 03:31 am (UTC)

for writing about it! just to clarify though, the eggshells were not gold dusted and the chain was ceramic (broken in pieces all over the floor as well). The chain was all cleaned up too except for three unbroken pieces. The shells were saved for 3 months by 2 local coffee shops. Everyday my bathtub and sink soaked the eggs and everynight they covered a good portion of my basement floor until they dried. The bases of the show was about removal and fragile detaching and destruction. It had to do with recontextualizing and making use of the unused. The people were to take part and well, it just didn't happen. The gallery did have my collage work up on the walls but it felt so empty without the shells and large portion of the chain fragments. We will be doing the installation again in about 3 or 4 months. Thanks for reading!

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