i've been quiet
but i've been reading and organizing and living... but not much writing.
it makes for a sad journal.
the art show was salvaged. official feedback from guests was limited:
- "the art show was small." i filled the small space i had been designated to exhibit in.
- "the art in the show was of good quality." this made me smile. there was a professional painter, space-scapes with the printers' proofs of the covers they ultimately turned into, jewelry, sculpture, paintings, photography, digital collages and an aspiring graphic desinger's first contributions (she's all of eighteen years old and promising).
- "the art in the show was too expensive." for what it is, the prices were perfectly reasonable. for the venue, i think some of the attendees were expecting $15 gicleés of spock portraits in charcoal.
unofficially, i played nicely with everyone, was called a superstar, had all my paperwork in order and know how to make it better next year. i was invited back to do it again next year!
we're right into the swing of our sanity-depleting season at the day job. hours are counting down. there's already been a flu and a blinding migraine to wipe out two sick-days this month for me. let's see if the next week can go by unscathed. i'm grateful that the weather has held enough for me to continue cycling to work, and that the semi-annual bout of bronchitis has taken its leave this year. november 2010 nearly landed me in the hospital with a lung infection, this year's relative lack of stress has contributed to good health. it's not something i take for granted.
i've been creating again, slowly but steadily building up the skills i'd let go. my studio's a disaster of fabric and pens and tubes of paint. the experiments aren't entirely things i'm comfortable posting just yet. some of them are gifts, others are part of something larger. still others are part of continued proof that this city is microscopically small and social circles don't overlap so much as they're concentric.
that's a story for another time.
meanwhile, here's a few more stories:
back in october, a russian team scouted up north to figure out what was going on with retreating layers of artcic ice. someone finally linked me to a published summary of results in the independent. i'm unable to discern just how much of this is fearmongering and how much is echoes of david suzuki exhaustedly telling the press (again, for the nth time) that we're all well and truly fucked.
that kind of atttitude leads to self-sabotage. this pithy little list might help in that department, just a tad: 30 things to stop doing to yourself. it's a little more motivational-poster material than i tend to link to here, but some are directly relevant.
it makes for a sad journal.
the art show was salvaged. official feedback from guests was limited:
- "the art show was small." i filled the small space i had been designated to exhibit in.
- "the art in the show was of good quality." this made me smile. there was a professional painter, space-scapes with the printers' proofs of the covers they ultimately turned into, jewelry, sculpture, paintings, photography, digital collages and an aspiring graphic desinger's first contributions (she's all of eighteen years old and promising).
- "the art in the show was too expensive." for what it is, the prices were perfectly reasonable. for the venue, i think some of the attendees were expecting $15 gicleés of spock portraits in charcoal.
unofficially, i played nicely with everyone, was called a superstar, had all my paperwork in order and know how to make it better next year. i was invited back to do it again next year!
we're right into the swing of our sanity-depleting season at the day job. hours are counting down. there's already been a flu and a blinding migraine to wipe out two sick-days this month for me. let's see if the next week can go by unscathed. i'm grateful that the weather has held enough for me to continue cycling to work, and that the semi-annual bout of bronchitis has taken its leave this year. november 2010 nearly landed me in the hospital with a lung infection, this year's relative lack of stress has contributed to good health. it's not something i take for granted.
i've been creating again, slowly but steadily building up the skills i'd let go. my studio's a disaster of fabric and pens and tubes of paint. the experiments aren't entirely things i'm comfortable posting just yet. some of them are gifts, others are part of something larger. still others are part of continued proof that this city is microscopically small and social circles don't overlap so much as they're concentric.
that's a story for another time.
meanwhile, here's a few more stories:
back in october, a russian team scouted up north to figure out what was going on with retreating layers of artcic ice. someone finally linked me to a published summary of results in the independent. i'm unable to discern just how much of this is fearmongering and how much is echoes of david suzuki exhaustedly telling the press (again, for the nth time) that we're all well and truly fucked.
that kind of atttitude leads to self-sabotage. this pithy little list might help in that department, just a tad: 30 things to stop doing to yourself. it's a little more motivational-poster material than i tend to link to here, but some are directly relevant.