What has happened between my last post and now?
So much. Too much?
Within the course of two months, I managed to establish a gallery space with my friend Claire, line up a season’s worth of shows, exhibit one show from start to finish, along with a handful of special events, and then close down said gallery space. Or, to put it more succinctly, have it closed down.
That’s not easy.
Last weekend I showed up at the door of the gallery space with the artist who was there to install her work that day for an opening to take place six days later. Little did I (or she) know that the building had been locked up and completely closed off. No one called beforehand, or bothered to return messages that day or any day after. Through tidbits of information, we learned that some sort of ownership changeover was taking place, which changed the entire equation of our agreement to be there in the first place. Needless to say, no one had any idea what was happening, and for the most part, I still don’t either. It’s an ongoing internal issue, and one that unfortunately sent me reeling to plans B, C, and D in the blink of an eye. And by that I mean that there never had been even a plan B.
So, Match Factory was suddenly closed, and there were no two ways about it: I couldn’t get the next show in. Luckily, with the help of some friends and a fortunate vacancy in the calendar, Sara Willadsen’s awesome painting show found a spontaneous new home at The Draw in downtown Appleton, and then it was just a matter of making sure the opening event came together, and that everyone else on the docket for the fall/winter was alerted to the news.
Needless to say, it was a shitty week. It would be one thing if it were just Claire and I working on this space, to have to face the disappointment and frustration between the two of us. But to have so many other people involved in so many different ways — that’s the tough part. We made the tough decision to close the gallery, at least in its current incarnation. We both found it difficult to imagine, even with accommodating new partners, that we could recoup the out-of-this-world excitement and energy we had previously. But it stands to reason that it might not be the actual end. One never knows — the idea sprung in February and it’s now August, and if it could happen that fast once, anything is possible. It’s simply that all the pieces of the Match Factory puzzle that came together were, as we acknowledged then and still believe now, were a rare and generous combination. Perhaps too good to be true, but also too good not to give it a whirl.
The website is down, and I’m currently in the process of compiling a small photo archive to place on the Young Space website for posterity. The Match Factory Facebook page will remain active for a little while (at least until the end of September), but in the meantime, we’re just encouraging everyone who was looking into Match Factory to look into our other projects for the time being: this little Young Space, and Claire’s Standard Projects. We’re grateful for all of the hard work that our family, friends, and the artists put in, and we’re only sad that it couldn’t been seen through its full potential. But as I keep telling myself, an experiment is called an experiment because there is every possibility that it will fail. But one always learns from it.