Gallery Joe

I’m not sure what the last reviewer is talking about. This was my favorite gallery waaaay back when I was in grad school in Philly (2001 — 2003) because I was nearly always inspired by what I saw there, month after month. I went back to visit a year ago (I live on the other side of the country now) and was so pleased to find it just as I remembered. The two artists showing at the time (Allyson Strafella and another whose name I can’t recall) were both amazing.

Ugh! I thought that I’ve already been to the worst gallery that First Friday has to offer (
). But Gallery Joe is absolutely horrendous! I’ve been here before way back when, but I totally forgot about it because it keeps it’s doors closed, or closes early during so many First Friday’s. And after revisiting it on on Friday I either wish it would figure out how to step up it’s game, or stay that way.
Since it’s rarely open I thought I was going to be walking into a treat. Instead I came across pencil drawings on white paper that were so beyond plain that they were a joke. Some had squiggly lines that were sort of made to look likes water, while others where a total scribble fest. And some of them even looked like they were made with a Spirograph. Spirograph? SPIROGRAPH! because of how average the art was I thought that it was at least going to be somewhat inexpensive. How much did these Spirograhic scribble fests end up costing? $ 800 – 900! What the shit? $ 900 for something that my cousin’s baby daughter could do? Fail!
I was so stumped that I thought that it had to be a joke for the month, so I went to check out it’s archival room. Inside the Archival room were pieces of paper that where fully shaded in with charcoal. The majority had darker charcoal X’s shaded in over grey squares. To the artists credit if I did something like that I probably would have ended up slicing a hole through the paper. But it was still a big pile of crap. lesson learned. on the next tour consider this place skipped.