‘Lost’ Geeks Unite for Art at Gallery 1988
As I previously mentioned, I am a Lost fangirl. When the show is on, I spent hours after it airs trolling message boards for clues, Easter Eggs and analysis of seemingly meaningful moments. I’ll admit it, I have a problem. Jensen Karp, also a Lost fan, provided a small respite last night for all the lost Lost junkies in Los Angeles. His gallery hosted a Lost-inspired art show, filled with pieces that were fantastic on their own—even if they were divorced from the Greatest TV Show Ever. (Yeah, whatever Wire, Mad Men, and BSG people—I see your critical acclaim and you and raise you one smoke monster, two polar bears, and a Michael Emerson). When Jensen mentioned there would be special guests, silly me assumed that meant some of the actors would show up and glad handle the geeks. Nope, Jensen meant REALLY special.
(‘’) Just how special? The Creators themselves. As in Damon Lindelof and Carlton Cuse. Yes, there they were stuffed in the far corner of the tiny gallery, which at its most packed could probably only hold 80 people at a time. The result was a crush of geeky humanity, all looking at what seemed like an empty corner of a wall, all sweating in anticipation of something (and also ’cause it was packed.)
I asked a cameraman what was going on and he had to show me through his viewer—that was gonna be as close as I was gonna get all evening.
Outside there was a line of several hundred people, which didn’t seem to diminish throughout the night. They wanted their free Lost poster, they wanted Darlton, and they wanted it now, and they weren’t going anywhere. One cluster of people had apparently been in line since the day before waiting to gain entree.
Inside, people showed their Lost love in various ways. There were quite a few people wandering around in Dharma jumpsuits. (Rest assured, the guy I talked to didn’t just happen to have it; he’d made it for Halloween).
Another gal had painted her fingernails black, and painted the Lost logo on them.
There were a ton of people wandering around with the Lost version of the name tag, “Hello, My Name Is.” Theirs said simply, “Namaste.” Of course.
Outside, I heard one woman wearing a Lost University sweatshirt (yes, really) say goodbye to a new friend. They had obviously met at some super-geek hangout prior to coming to the art show. She tittered: “Oh my god, tonight was just… heaven.”
We heard the word, “Comic Con,” referenced with reverence and without irony.
As for the art itself, it was pretty awesome, even if it wasn’t about our favorite TV show. Polar bears and Smokey turned out to be a popular motif.
Surprisingly, Ben didn’t have many pieces paying homage to him; nor, Hurley. But there were a few Locke-inspired pieces, both very different from each other.
Misha, an artist with bright pink dreads was standing next to her hilarious tongue-in-cheek black velvet paintings. One, sprung from the mind of Paul Scheer, featured Jack howling at the Locke-moon as a wolf. It made us giggle.
There was on piece based on the four-toed statue (and at this point, if you are still reading, I am assuming none of this reads like a foreign language to you), that was truly beautiful. This photo doesn’t do it justice.
By the evening’s end, I felt much like I do when visiting one of those pet stores in the mall. Everything was so cute and amazing, that I wanted to take them all home. Alas, I can afford none.