"What if I did this just for me? Would the audience still get something out of it?"
Tricia Heuring doesn't come off as the self-help type. But the way she talks about "Selected Works" — a shotgun exhibition, one she pulled together in a mere seven days, crashing studios, ambushing artists, asking, "What are you making right now?" and "Can I put it in a show … next week?" — she sounds like a woman at the end of a cleanse. There is a sense of doubt unearthed, of hard looks in the mirror, of an ego laid bare by some serious self-interrogation.
Hours before the show opened, Heuring, 37, sat in Public Functionary, the northeast Minneapolis gallery she has run for the past 4 ½ years, and explained why she put herself through the ordeal. It amounted to a very art-centric flavor of Impostor Syndrome: She wasn't sure she still trusted her eye.
"There's a lot of self-doubt in this room," she said. "This is me getting clear on my role as a curator, on my role in the art world in general."
Around her, mixing as tentatively as divorcees at a singles event, were the 22 pieces of "Selected Works." It is Public Functionary's first-ever group show. It is also, in a way, Heuring's most concentrated stab at curatorship. She's kicked around the art scene for more than a decade and served as curator at the defunct XY&Z Gallery. But "Selected Works" is her first chance in years to break from administrative duties as PF's director to drill more deeply into her aesthetic practice.
The art on the floor seemed to absorb the insecurity of the woman who selected it. Typically, a group show is like an essay written in the curator's head. There's a theme, a statement, a thesis about trend or zeitgeist or politics. The works on the wall often feel like endnotes, supports for an argument already made.
"Selected Works" is not that. Instead, it is a crucible of instinct and urgency. Stripped of any organizing principle, a group show becomes a simple record of taste, a judgment made under a time constraint: a bunch of "selected works," in other words, chosen on impulse.
In this way, Heuring's group show is a gut check. We're getting her professional chops — or at least her self-assessment of them — naked and on display. It's a painful way to curate. And it's a confessional swerve for a gallery that's spent years holding a slickly branded, social media-optimized pose.