Blog Lite
I hate that here in the last throws of this, my dear blog, I am rushing a post, not thinking about you as I write now; even while I think of your imminent demise, on and off every day now.
I hate that here in the last throws of this, my dear blog, I am rushing a post, not thinking about you as I write now; even while I think of your imminent demise, on and off every day now.
Today was a hello, (hello kitty Leo) to a bit of my old self; a self I might not have glimpsed for years.
And the countdown continues and I am feeling sad and unanchored today with the idea of losing this.
10 days and counting… here we go.
Tomorrow is August, and while I am relieved, I am shocked.
Boy, am I beat. But I just ate six pot stickers, back to back, (gross) and feel super sleepy and a little guilty, but very satisfied.
I have to say, coming back to writing after four days off feels weird, and what’s even weirder is that, this, my blog, is going away a week from Tuesday. Since I have been trudging through all of the last year’s writings for the installation, excerpting it for the wall text installation, I have been reliving my life, in order to present it in this public, yet somewhat private manner. Now parts of this are on a 23 foot wall in a smallish, newish gallery, while it still lives here, in whatever this is.
Once again my sister expressed relief that I would be stopping very soon, as has one other person…but many other friends and associates have expressed thankfullness that I have done this, and sincere sadness that it is going away.
Thank you for being my readers, it has made me feel surrounded by love and hope and encouragement…
Hello children, Ghost Writer here. My dearest friend Lise is making valiant attempts to continue this writing, but finding that sleep osmosis just doesn’t work.
I’ve once again invaded the inner blog sanctum and although not quite sure of what I want to say, will just begin.
Last night, the opening was truly the place to be, there were mucky mucks, super talents, gubernatorial candidates, assorted friends and associates and wicked dogs. But my friends, we missed some of you. Lise would never ask why you didn’t show, but I will. Some good friends were MIA (you know who you are). This was a big deal for our friend, a willingness to be vulnerable, someone who supports you in your risky moments, so what the fuck? As I get off my high horse, I do understand that some people have good reasons and I’ve been guilty of this neglect too, but sometimes it plays out in stark relief to our feel good talk. That’s it, you can beat me to the ground, but I can handle it. I’m just sayin’…
Now back to our show…The photographs were stunning, and this installation was very cool. After all the work and mess, the clarity and execution of the idea worked. And not in an obvious way, but more intriguing. And I know I sound like a proud and protective mama bear. I guess I am. So sue me.
Lise’s decision to make a year long blog has been pretty brave, and love it or hate it, it’s been a telling experience. I’ve seen progression in ways that have been great surprises, seen foibles which were hidden before, and seen a year covered in gruesome detail. I don’t know if I could look in the raging and raw mirror day by day and admit truths the way my friend has, so she has all my respect and admiration.
So if there’s a point to tonight’s Ghost Write, I guess it’s that when someone we care about does well, or is brave, or takes a chance, we should support that and make the extra effort. Next time it could be us…
Good night children and sweet dreams.
GW
Ah gee ghost writer, thanks for picking up the slack, I am so stupid beat I am thankful for your time and intelligent observations write, opps, I mean right now.
Hmm, we have never blogged together before, and I never even saw you-where and who are you phantom ghost writer? Thank you.
Yes, the opening at 323 last night was sweet, felt good and was successful. Yes, too many of my nearest and dearest did not show, but many others did. Special hello to Tim, Ron, Lowell, Aline, Aron, DHL, Dale, Maw, and all my other friends who were there. And the new folks I met too.
And I want you all to cone down in the next five weeks-I am indeed proud of this work, and will have my installation done after my birthday, by mid August.
And I am having my birthday party there, August 11th, put it in your goddamn calander.
Falling asleep as I write, good nignt.
Which is why I can’t right, opps, I mean write, much. It is kind of ironic, but I need to go back down to the gallery and write excerpts from this, my dear blog, onto the wall of a little gallery that is charming and funky and also sells chocolate and jewelry.
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.
