I was looking for a place to hang my work; somewhere to get it out of the studio until the art festival season starts in the spring. I’m still fairly new to this area, so I looked for guidence in the local arts & entertainment rag and compiled a short list of cafes, public spaces and coffee joints that display the work of local artists.
The first place I emailed said, “We looked at your website and we LOOOOVE your work! Come see us Saturday at 2:00 and we’ll talk about giving you a show!”
I actually live out near the beaches and this artsy 'lil coffee joint was much closer in to the city, a place I usually avoid unless I have to. I had my wife drive me over, as she’s more experienced with navigating in the city core. We got there a little early and decided to drive around the area.
Yow! What a nasty goddamn area! It was deep in the heart of scenic Crackton; street after street of condemned houses, boarded up businesses, graffiti and urban decay. Apparently the place was in the early stages of gentrification; here and there were a few beautiful old properties that had been restored, but those were few and far between. The coffeehouse where I was supposed to be was the only commercial place on the block, and it stood out like a diamond in a bowl of sewage. Seriously, I couldn’t image opening a business other than a methodone clinic in the area.
I told the missus to just leave. I hate to break appointments, especially when the other party seems to be a nice person, but this area just sent out a “bad vibe”*. I still feel like an asshole, though.
I’m a little discriminating about where I hang my work. There is no way I’d hang my stuff in a neighborhood where I wouldn’t let me wife and kid sit in an idling car, a neighborhood where I wouldn’t walk in broad daylight. I’m just not that hard up for a show date (not yet, anyway).
I’m not sure how to handle the ‘bowing out’, the ‘thanks, but no thanks’ portion of the situation. Should I make up an excuse (I had a flat tire, my kid was sick so I had to take him to the walk-in clinic, God came to me in a dream and advised me not to go…)? Should I be honest but polite? Should I blow the cat off completely and just pretend the whole thing never happened?
What do you guys think?
*please forgive the use of bullshit, hippy-dippy nomenclature.