I had an art trek. There were three openings and I was determined to make it to all of them. I succeeded (mostly).
Opening #1 was a performance piece by Rosemberg Sandoval from Columbia. The Ex Teresa is a young, fun, experimental space and most of its audience is full of punky kids in their first couple of years in university. The Ex Teresa is a former convent built in the colonial era, and sits just next to the ruins of the ancient city of Tenochtitlan. The architecture is gorgeous and they are always thinking outside the box, which makes the setting that much more interesting. Also, it’s sinking at an alarming rate, so visiting the Ex Teresa also comes with a strange sense of vertigo as you try to maintain your balance walking through its uneven spaces.
Sandoval requested that no photos be taken while he was performing, so I only managed to get a few.
Opening #2 was just down the street at Museo de la Ciudad. Just down the street, however, doesn’t take into account the streets of downtown Mexico City. From one block to the next the streets got darker, and darker and much less populated. Finally, when I was only two blocks away, things became pitch black and I decided it was best to skip out on opening #2 in favor of my personal safety.
After the failure of opening #2, I walked back through downtown to begin the trek back to the Roma neighborhood.
One Metrobús, one metro ride, and one street rat sighting later I arrived back in Roma.
Opening #3 was an exhibition by a newer collective of artists, all of whom are incredibly talented. The gallery itself is on the bottom floor of an architecture firm, and does not host regular exhibitions.
Unfortunately, the price lists were all occupied. I never did find out which artists did which pieces. There was some great work in the show.
After such a long day, lots of walking, intense public transportation, and lots of PR and art, I decided food and a well-deserved beer was in order to close out the evening.
To be completely honest, the night actually continued on with many mezcales, tequila, and even more cervezas at a prostitute cantina in Roma. But that’s a story for another day…