I Am 8-Bit Art Opening
A decade from now I will turn to my cyborg grandchildren, and I will tell them “I was there.” And I will also tell them “It kind of sucked.”
Yesterday was the opening of the 4th annual I Am 8-Bit art show, and it was right here in Los Angeles. I owned the art book and I love games, so of course I had to go. Only it wasn’t so much of an art show as it was just a big party. We waited in line around the corner to get in and the place was packed with people hanging out and talking and dancing and drinking (If I remember correctly, the event was sponsored by Colt 45). When we finally did get in, it was pretty difficult to work our way around the people just standing around and partying to look at the (wonderful) art hanging on the walls.
In the first paragraph, I said it kind of sucked. This is not in any way because of the artwork inside. It was all beautiful and creative and wondrous, and it made me proud to be a part of the culture. I’ll try to go back some time and append some pictures into this post, though I’m sure you could just google it and find pictures on any other site. No, it wasn’t the art, it was the atmosphere. It was as if nobody gave a damn about the artwork. I think one of the pieces had been broken, and I witnessed some guy leaning against a wall-sized canvas painting. Leaning on it. Butt rubbing against it, faced the other way just so he could look at the DJ.
Unbelievable.
The evening ended pretty well though as I did get one of the wonderful MegaMan 9 posters. I can’t wait for that friggin’ game to come out.