radio silence.

For the next two weeks, things may be a little quiet around here. Don't worry, we're still around and still thinking about the wedding (somewhere in the back of our minds). It is just that early-September brings a cavalcade of arts and performance to the city in a two-week binge of double-booked evenings, frantic racing between venues and a lot of late nights with artsy Portlanders wired on caffeine and contemporary art. Between the 6th and the 16th, the Portland Institute for Contemporary Art hosts the Time-Based Art Festival (TBA), a convergence of dance, theatre, music, visual arts, and some truly bizarre experiences that lurk on the fringes of all of them. During the second weekend of TBA (the 14th-16th - like I said, double-booking), my gallery will be participating in the AFFAIR at the Jupiter Hotel, which lets a few dozen galleries loose on the rooms of a 60s motor lodge-cum-hipster mecca. And in between installing works in the hotel room and staffing the fair, we'll still be sneaking in to the last of the TBA performances.

Throughout all of this, if you happen to miss my lovely writing, I'll be blogging the TBA festival over at the PICA blog. So if you are one of those people for whom contemporary arts criticism is interchangeable with rants about our wedding, have a read.

Why, you ask, would anyone dedicate two straight weeks to a hectic schedule of festival attendance in the month before their wedding?
Because we are gluttons for punishment.
And for performance art.

And the two often go hand in hand.