First showing since art rehab! Success!

Lala Drona before opening.

At the base of Montmartre, Lala stands with the smokers and chills out after a successful art opening.  The night is calm, and the air chill enough to lure art enthusiasts into the small bar where Lala has presented her work for the first time since released from art rehab.  Samantha Bait, a well-known Parisian art appreciator commented on the exhibition.  “The story (behind the paintings) becomes more emotional and full of life as Lala Drona explains her work… I expect to see more paintings, a way to discover her.” Many others were also surprised by how personal the content was.  Abstract realism, women’s bodies, and no heads.  One, a self-portrait of the artist, a story about her medical history.  The colors illuminated the bar and impacted many of its onlookers.   

Based on a Fact had a moment to catch up with the artist and asked her why she chose such a personal subject matter.  She responded, “I’m an artist, so everything I’ve experienced is sort of on blast for the rest of the world.  What is art but another way of telling stories?  And who wants a half-finished story?  It’s like, sorry readers, but the author was too chicken to write the whole story, so you might not understand it with its missing pieces.  I think I’ve told every embarrassing or frightening story I’ve ever had in my paintings.  Or at least, that’s one of my goals.”

Although the last metro had ended, many stayed at the bar, sharing, talking and drinking.  “I had a great time.  Lala surely knows how to turn a bar into a place full of emotions with her beautiful paintings.  I’ll surely keep an eye on this artist,” said Amine B., CEO of Mazian.

Based on a Fact would like to thank everyone for participating in this special showing of Lala’s work.  For those who would like another chance to speak to the artist about her work, there will be a small showing Thursday May 30^th at the Botak Café.

Botak Café

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Before the End: Lala Drona’s Art Opening

Finally back in the limelight, Lala made an appearance at the Paris Before the End fine arts exhibition opening, co-headlining with other up and comers such as Frog and street art photographer Shutupi.  Fans awaiting Lala’s arrival flooded the inside of the contemporary gallery located in the 12^th arrondissement.

Lala in front of two of her pieces. Left, “My Blackberry Doesn’t Work Here.” And right, “The U Très Fermée.”

Lala was not spotted inside the gallery until about midnight.  Rumors say she waited in a car behind the building for hours, with co-artist Shutupi.  It is unknown what the two artists did inside, some say plotting while others assume more illicit acts.  Upon arrival, Lala perused the room, seeming to watch the spectators that watched her paintings.  She refused interviews from all except one source with whom she agreed to answer all questions with faces.

When it was time to present her work, she cleared her throat and stood in the middle of the room.  She held her champagne thanked everyone for coming, and began:

 “I really hope people don’t over-think this stuff.  Contemporary art over the years has become completely over-thought.  So conceptual…so intellectual to the point of stupidity.  Art shouldn’t only be for those who study it, but accessible to everyone.  It’s all about communication when it comes down to it, right?  I mean, there is a message there, but…(pause)So go ahead and ask me what I meant to do with these colors or forms, but honestly, it’s all about what story they are telling you.”  

Lala (right) answering interview questions in faces.

She ended with a hiccup before she was interrupted by a man’s voice.  “Cops!”  Shutupi ran into the circle and quickly escorted her out the back door, the two of them giggling.  She bowed and thanked everyone on her way out, and most seemed quite unimpressed by the antics.  Fans begin to lose faith due to the indifferent nature of Lala’s return to the public eye and art collectors begin to lose interest.  Will this put the success of Lala’s plans in jeopardy?  Or is this an attempt of self-sabotage in order to escape the art world all together?

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