Fuck It I'm 50

10 days and counting… here we go.

Tomorrow is August, and while I am relieved, I am shocked.

It was only this time last year that I was wringing my metaphorical hands and working with Anh to launch this one-year project. Turning fucking 50 was fucking freaky-and still is, but oh my I am so glad I did this, the blog I mean. I think I may have added a perverse twist by adding the 323 Gallery show, which is, I must say, a beautiful combination of the iPhone images I have been taking, and used to post here for the Marjory Wood Gallery online show back at the end of last calendar year, and excerpts of my almost daily writing.  It did however eclipse this, my dear and aging and soon to die blog. How unfair is that? Speaks to our culture of wanting everything new and next, and so easily forgetting the newness of yesterday, let alone 11 months ago, or god forbid, 25 years ago.

And it speaks to my nature.

One of my chronic problems is reinvention, not that I am trying to keep up with the times, and certainly not the Jones’s, but after I finish a project I get bored, and want to move on. I think this is a real, no joke, achelie’s heel. Look at this; I have written and taken photos for a year, I have a huge body of work, and all I want to do is imagine the next project and move on. What if there is something to mine here? As there has been in the past, and I have been to short and long sited at the same time to take advantage of what I have made.

OK-promise to self. For the 323 Gallery solo show, this lovely and distinct project onto itself, I promise to take a step back and evaluate what I need to do to get the most out of it. The lucky/unlucky thing is I still have 40+ hours of work to do to finish the un-sellable, arty, text installation part of the two-part show. For those of you who like to buy quality cheap art I have about 150 photos on display, which are almost selling like hotcakes.

In the real Liseland past installation-opps, that is the real Liseland, sorry I get them all mixed up, I am so tired it is even surprising to me. Where was I going with this…

So I shift gears and go into Tayebland and am up to my ears producing Replikaa, a physco sexual thriller short on trafficking. Have I mentioned it? Love it-not my film world, therefore a stretch.

Speaking of stretching, I am so un-stretched I really do kind of hate my body—this has got to change.

And school starts in two weeks and I shoot this short in two weeks and I have a backlog of crap that is impressive.

Thankfully I am in love and I have a solid man in my life.

And I wish Virginia and Bernie a smooth passing- he is dieing and she is helping. All my love to you both, so glad I got to see you both in Seattle the other week.