Photo by Maro Hagopian Petra Collins
Petra Collins is a wreck. She's calling from upstate New York, and the first thing she says is that she's had a sinus infection for weeks and the previous day dislocated her knee. "I was doing this shoot and dancing, and it just popped out," she tells the Voice. "But I guess it happened at a good time." A few days before, Collins opened her first solo exhibition — on view at Capricious 88 — and though the event is behind her, she's curating a group show the following weekend, just signed a book deal, is planning a move to NYC, and shows no signs of slowing down. For the present moment, however, she's on pause, fielding texts from friends while she prepares for her next step. Her enthusiasm is enough to make a jaded arts writer feel old, and some of her works are bound to make a gallery-goer older than 30 feel dated. Collins's exhibition features neon text works, two of which include the abbreviation "rn." What does that mean? "Right now!" she says, laughing. "It's something that's so of our generation that we just get it."
Photo by Petra Collins