Last night was the opening for one of the group shows I’m in, Permanent Collection, at the Nancy Margolis Gallery.
In Greek mythology, augury is a kind of fortune-telling where insight into the will of the gods comes from studying the type, flight and behavior of birds. I always thought augurs could tell the future from the entrails of birds, but that’s either extispicy, hieroscopy, or haruspication.
Because there were 130 artists in the show, the opening was an absolute mob-scene and the main gallery was solid with people, wall to wall (and spilling out into the street). The AC was out, except in the small project room, and it felt like a sweat lodge inside the gallery. The beer and wine ran out within an hour. It was spectacular.