Alfonso & Farrah @ my Artomatic exhibit space
Photo by Alex from There Were Ten Tigers
After working rather hard the last two weeks on getting my Artomatic space ready and operational, I was pleased that the evening went by quickly & smoothly. When I left the building at around 1:00am, the doorman had clicked just under 5,000 people and I’d say I spoke to at least 50 people (about 1% of the total) while manning my little corner space. Since my spot is in an out-of-the-way location (like how this website used to be), I received less foot traffic (aka eyes/visits) than the central spaces and my neighbor wasn’t around to show up and turn on her exhibit’s lights. Neither of those issues really bothered me as much as being harped on about not having promotional materials.
The aim was to save paper and to challenge people into thinking & remembering. Specifically, if they cannot remember my name amongst a thousand other artists, would they remember my art? Well the easy answer, or at least the one that presented itself, was that people prefer to have a token of remembrance and are disappointed when one is not offered. It’s not like the Artomatic floor map in their hands says nothing, rather, it says my name quite clearly: Nikolas R. Schiller. I even own it as a domain name: www.Nikolas R Schiller.com, so the visitors had some generic token, but it clearly was not good enough; it needed to be personalized, beyond the passive note that they could have left in the RECORD book.
Today I am going to drop off some Tacky Flyers that I printed in for North, South, East, Westminster in September of 2006. They’ve been collecting dust in my basement because I got them for free when I ordered the NSEWestminster flyers, and have always thought they were unprofessional and ugly. To subvert that issue, I am going to place a sign above the flyers noting that they are, in fact, Tacky Flyers.
In some ways by identifying them as such, it calls out anyone else who chooses to use those flyers for promoting their business or event. As noted above, they were just collecting dust in my basement and I didn’t have any intended use for them except to use as scrap materials in some future art project. And in the whole “saving paper visit website” context, the use of these flyers *is* recycling. While the 27.5 year-old Nikolas would not have made the same flyer that the 25.75 year-old Nikolas made, I am able to now offer a token of my own personal remembrance– even if it’s in the form of a Tacky Flyer.
Aside from the promotional material requests, I had a really fun time meeting and chatting with people. I have not even attempted to look through the other artwork in the building, but plan on doing a floor-by-floor analysis in the not-so-distant future. It would be interesting to make an interactive map of the entire building, but I don’t think I have the time to do it.
Related Artomatic 2008 Entries:
- [Found Maps] License Plate Maps of DC & Maryland at Artomatic 2009
- My Brash poem from Artomatic 2009
- YouTube Video: "A Fly on the Wall at Artomatic"
- I am mentioned in today's Washington Post article "Artomatic '09: Survival Tips From an Expert"
- My Artomatic 2009 Opening Night Exhibit Dissected on Flickr
- A Navy Yard Perspective
- My maps on display at Artomatic 2009
- Quart Bag: A Community Art Show at the Civilian Art Projects
- My Brash Poem from Artomatic 2008
- My Artomatic 2008 Opening Night Exhibit Dissected on Flickr
- My Artomatic 2008 Top 100 by Floor
- 24 on 14th - One Long Day on 14th by Graeme King
- A sampling of Artomatic 2008 YouTube Videos
- Tag Galaxy [featuring Artomatic 2008 photos]
- Swampoodle Quilt #3
- Swampoodle Quilt #2
- Exhibit Fly-Through in Reverse Slow-Motion @ Artomatic 2008
- Artomatic 2008 Opening Night
- SloMo the Statehood Snail visits Swampoodle
- the Artomatic Artist Catalog [PWND] - with updates
- Swampoodle Quilt
- What the Artomatic 2008 venue looked like in March of 2005
- The Base Map Installation @ Artomatic
- The first Artomatic prints have arrived
- ARTOMATIC - 2008 is here and I will be participating for the first time