I guess you can call it fate. I wasn’t really supposed to find Angie Jones’ work, I was just supposed to continue my oblivious walk down the gallery, looking at my phone, prepping the write-up from the ThinkSpace Gallery show that I just attended, and then I bump into a beautiful young woman who was walking into this building with lots of color. I apologized for my clumsiness and watched as she continued into the room of color. It was a host of individuals outside the place so I figured a quick walk through of a party wouldn’t hurt.
There is where it happened, it is where I was introduced to Angie Jones with a slap of reality. How didn’t i frigging know about her? That’s the question I continually asked. I have been a stalker (and I’m proud) of artists that we really dig. I kind of consider it an art itself. I pride myself of knowing and recognizing some of the art worlds biggest patrons and how their stories contribute to the culture, but this was one chapter I must have missed! And I was pissed!
Walking into the “Participating Perception” event was like walking into the fun house with the mirrors reflecting instant color. There were portraits of famous people and regular folk alike, but they were equally amazing. My favorites among them were the Frederick Douglas and Frida Kahlo. The styles were dope, but I also loved what they’ve done for culture and society and seeing them represented so gracefully kind of had a soft spot with me, so yeah, I’m a bit biased on those.
Even though I spent a quick ten minutes in what seemed to be a corner store by day and insane gallery by night, I really enjoyed what I saw! I expect to cruise by there again and stumble into a party with a dope artist. Hey, sometimes the best things in life are found spontaneously!