Slipping through.
[I haven't been posting as many pictures because I keep forgetting what's already been posted, so apologies if you've seen some things. Hopefully I'll have something new soon. Or remember what I haven't posted.]
Right.
So, as most of you know, in February I'm having my photos put up in a local coffee place thing. The prep is driving me very insane very quickly. Tomorrow I'm going to drop my photos off to be developed, along with getting the frames and hooks and junk for everything. Then pricing and telling more than just my immediate friends that hey, my photos are going to be up on a wall some place. Nothing'll probably be over $250 I think for, like, 20something x 30something prints. This is all really exciting and stress-making, but it makes me feel really boring talking about art stuff for some reason. I suppose it's because I don't know how to get all of my flaily glee out in words the way I want them to be. Seriously, you guys. So much crazy glee. However, I'm also really fucking tired.
I had a little meeting today with the manager of the place my photos are going and I learned that they aren't actually taking, like, a housing fee or whatever. So my profits are my own. I thought that was pretty awesometastic. Someone will have to keep me from blowing my money on something stupid like porn or candy or one of Ryan Ross's dirty socks. Har har. What I'll probably spend my money on is film and glass (that's me using snooty camera talk for "lenses") if I can manage it. And candy. Because, yeah, I probably would spend a couple hundred bucks on candy.
Everyone involved in this is really helpful. Just really, really supportive. So I'm enjoying this when I'm not finding other things to get myself into or freaking out over the awesomeness of it all.
Crazytimes, you guys.
If you're on AIM and feel like bugging me, I'm languisity and will be up all night getting hi res shots on a disc to be turned in tomorrow. So please, distract me keep me awake.