Last Friday evening I walked over to the Jack Tilton Gallery on the Upper East Side to take a look at a month-long exhibit of artwork by David Lynch, the great filmmaker who wrote and directed (among other responsibilities) such mind-bending films as Mulholland Drive, Blue Velvet, and Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me. The gallery was extending its hours for what it touted as a reception with artist in attendance (the term “reception” used very loosely). Once there, I not only got a chance to see his mixed-media pieces, but I also got to see Lynch himself.
When Lynch entered the gallery, he found himself in the middle of a sea of people clamoring to speak to him. He then spent about fifteen minutes graciously shaking hands and posing for photos. One of his young fans approached him and said, “There’s like ten people in this world that are on my list of people to meet, and you’re like…near the top”, at which point everyone in earshot started laughing:
As he stopped for a few minutes in a narrow hallway leading to the back room, I was standing right across from him. Instead of thinking of something interesting to say to him, I decided to continue taking photographs. Thanks for looking into my lens, Mr. Lynch!
A short while later, he was escorted by gallery staff into a back office, out the rear of the building, down some stairs in the backyard, to a subterranean area off-limits to the throngs. I left shortly after that but found out later that he re-appeared upstairs to speak to people in the rest of the exhibit spaces.
As for the artwork, it was as dark and quirky as his films. Many of the pieces incorporated text, lights, and everyday objects, and contained interesting details when viewed up close. I’m hoping to take a look at the exhibit again soon when the spaces aren’t so crowded.