Hennessy Youngman/Jayson Musson
For his show at Maurizio Cattelan and Massimiliano Gioni’s Family Business Gallery, Hennessy Youngman (Jayson Scott Musson) created an open call for artists to come and install their own work. It was Musson’s intent to recreate the Internet in gallery form. Eventually his call was successful that Family Business Gallery had to close the show to pieces of artwork.
Of course they closed the open call as I was driving into Manhattan with my toddler in the back seat. I balanced one of my pieces on the top of her stroller, and the other I stuffed in the diaper bag. It was only when we got to the closed security gate when I realized what had happened. If I had a smart phone I may have turned around.
I don’t believe in miracles, but by some miracle I got us and my work to the city with little tears. So at this point I decided that the most punk rock thing I could do at this point was just to leave my work with some of the other pieces left outside the locked gate. I was disappointed because I wanted to bring my work earlier in the week, but I wasn’t upset. I’ve curated a hand full of shows so I could only imagine the craziness Musson was having to deal with. I was so happy that the kid didn’t have a meltdown that I was going to count the whole thing as a win.
I chit chatted with a few artists, some of whom had traveled from Georgia to try to get their work in the show. I taped my entry form to my work and jammed it behind a sculpture someone else had left, and I went to buy my little trooper a cookie. I couldn’t even try to be mad about not having my piece it, because I knew leaving it was risky and I was just thankful that Family Business Gallery and Musson opened up the gallery space to the whole community. Very few galleries except submissions from unknown artists, and they were taking in actual work hand over fist.
When pictures of the show on Arrested Motion and Family Business Gallery Facebook page I scanned them closely for signs of my work. I didn’t see anything so when I got an form email about picking up my work, I just told the Pharaoh Hennessy to throw my work out if he found it. I couldn’t make it back into the city mid-week. In my mind I already claimed victory for my original trek in. I was totally happy with the experience.
It wasn’t until I read the New York Magazine article (15. Pretend You’re an Outsider Even When You’re at the Center of Everything) that I realized I had gotten the whole story twisted. I had missed a huge detail. Look closely at the image to the left and you can see a zoomed in version of the photo from New York Magazine.
As I looked at the shot of the front window I could see my piece jammed up against the bottom half of the door. Not only had I gotten my work, myself, and a baby to the city, but I had successfully gotten in the show.
I looks like it was balled up and jammed into the bottom half of the door. I must have looked totally crazy when I started laughing in the magazine section of the library, but I was really excited. Although I still wish I had a chance to meet Jason Musson and ask him some questions, I’m pretty thankful about the whole thing.