The week of the exhibition install finally
arrived. I flew to Korea with a
great sense of anticipation. We
had scheduled a seven-day trip, of which four were install days and three were
dedicated to the exhibition opening events. The senior curator who had worked with the Gallery Director
in developing the exhibition had fallen pregnant throughout the process and
gave birth just weeks before the exhibition was scheduled to open. Consequently she was not able to travel
to Seoul. One of the gallery’s junior
curators was assigned to work with the Director and I throughout the
installation process. I can’t
begin to imagine the pressure this placed on the Director who now had to work
with the less experienced (jnr curator) and completely inexperienced (me) but
nonetheless we muddled through and the Director was incredibly gracious in
spite of the pressure and occasional tension.
Thankfully we were working with a very
professional team at the Korean gallery and many things were already well in
hand. In fact, it became a little
difficult at times to find a way to be useful. The Korean gallery saw themselves as the host institution in
this instance, and indeed they were, even though the exhibition had been
developed collaboratively with Gertrude.
Consequently, we were treated as guests in many respects rather than
co-workers. While we were incredibly
grateful for the courtesy afforded to us, we really wanted to muck-in and be
useful. It was, at times, a
difficulty dynamic to manage.
The artists, several of whom were actively
involved in installing site specific works, brought their own creative energy
and tension and this was fascinating to observe and be a part of. Some were incredibly relaxed in spite
of lost articles and challenges in communicating and locating necessary
materials and resources. Others
were tightly strung and increasingly stressed by the looming deadline.
Having worked on the show for over 12
months at this point, it was such a delight to see works hung and installed,
wired for sound, lit and ready for public viewing.
Yes, the happier moment of an curator is the time you hand the exhibition works onto the wall. Good job, Elio.
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