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The reason I don’t post last night is I was working on my exhibition that is all about this blog, and I swear, time ran away from us, and when I got home last night I remembered I had to sit down and write, only to notice that it was 1am.
And what’s equally as odd is it feels like days since I’ve written. But that probably has more to do with the time compression thing that happens when you are in production, when yesterday seems like days, weeks and even months ago, and last week is certainly ancient history. When you are in creative production you make so many pivotal decisions in such a short time span your brain thinks it has been months, and the oddest thing for me is that I can look at concepts that were on the table last week, and even yesterday, and marvel at how undeveloped and naïve they are, as I implement their older sibling mutation today.
Time mutates as we launch our dreams.
So poetic crap aside, I have been steeped in blog land and I HATE it. Sometimes my writing is worth reading, but mostly I am bored and occasionally embarrassed, not because of the content, but because of my poor writing, usually due I believe to being rushed, tired, or one too many glasses of wine.
The photos I have taken this year however have brought me joy, joy, joy!
I curated the final batches today for installation in the gallery, and I love them, and so does everyone else, and everyone is flabbergasted that I shot them all with my flash less, fixed lens, low-ish quality iPhone camera and had all the printing done at CostCo.
So there you go, beauty consumer style.
But in the here and now I am running scared, while I have the 150+ photos for the show under control, my humongous text installation, excerpts from this here blaugh, is torturous and slow. And not only am I behind, and don’t think I will have the installation up to this date on the walls by Thursday for the opening, but I fear the whole thing may be stupid and ugly.
And that isn’t just my paranoia talking, it is for real. I have started block printing directly onto the wall at the Gallery and I can’t decide if it’s cool or stupid. I got a little feedback today that it was good…but they had been drinking.
And why do I write so much? I am having to read this whole last year of blah, blah, blah. Am I glad I did this? What has come out of it? Has it made a difference for me or others? Am I better, whatever that means, because of it?
I am certainly happier today than I was eight months ago, but I still have to read and mark up December-June…torture.
Aside from the install my life is still lininally here. Ron and I bond over work and need a date before this thing called our love affair straps on a pair of work boots and stays in them. I adore this man. I talked to my Dad today, and while he’s still taking it slow, he is on the mend and feeling much, much better and hasn’t had a drink since the 9th, wow. Laurie is back and that feels good. I have cancelled out everything for this week to finish the install. And my arms and back hurt. My gimp left hand and forearm are working, I am typing with all fingers, but there is a low grade incessant pain from my left forearm and a tiredness in my left hand that my PT, Kim, will I am sure, chastise me for. And my right hand injury is flared because of the work and there is nothing I can do about it until I get this show up.
Funny thing is I got the injury to my right hand on a door knob at the 323 gallery where I am installing now, and having ongoing and frustrating problems with the front door handle and lock…hmm, how would you interpret this? Entering and exiting? Foreshadowing? Difficult to open, but worth fighting for? Pushing through the pain to unlock the potential?
OK-that’s enough.
