Tuesday, September 4, 2007

everything new

School begins -- 7th grade and 1st grade

She's only two inches shorter than me. At 12. (12 1/2)

Totally photoshopped picture - she has to leave for school before 7am while his bus doesn't pick him up until almost 9. Set up the tripod and took their photos individually (no need to wake up the boy at the crack of dawn just for a photo) and then merged the two together.

6 a.m. - this is going to take getting used to. I'm not a morning person at all, I usually turn out the light around 2 in the morning. Waking up and functioning at 6 requires some adjustment.

Thursday, August 23, 2007



things learned today while shooting for the Sunflower Project:

1) While very cool and intense, the red sunflower petals are too dark and show up almost black in photos. Either re shoot using the yellow or orange flowers or fiddle in Photoshop to lighten. Or crop 'em out altogether.

2) The glue took a minute or two to hold - much longer than the 30 seconds as promised - and while easy to apply removal was not so much. Even though created to be used on flesh the delicate skin around my eyes is quite pissed off at me at the moment. Perhaps I won't be reshooting those particular shots.

3) Improvising all day trying to get a certain look and feel for a photo while waiting for the mailman (who usually shows up by 1, what's the deal today?) - resorting to scotch tape, various bar glasses and the assistance of a six-year-old - only means that mere moments after I've shut up shop for the night the new distortion lens I ordered a week ago finally arrives.

Also received a package in the very late mail today from a publisher with a book that has a photo of mine as the cover.


Thursday, August 16, 2007

The End is Near

Ft Reno

Tonight was the last Ft Reno 2007 signaling the beginning of the end of summer, and time to get back to work. Fun's over.

Duncan had a blast, he practically ran the entire two hours until he was completely soaked in sweat. He liked the music but he enjoyed the wide open space a lot more. Sound asleep before I hit the bridge to home.

I thought I'd experiment and do something different with the camera tonight, have some fun with a distortion lens, see what I could come up with.


Photoshop Plastic Surgery

Photo retouching Portfolio - http://www.iwanexstudio.com/ - why does the world want everyone to look like they are made out of plastic? Generic Barbie dolls without any individuality or personality. They even remove muscles on women. This disturbs me.

Monday, August 13, 2007

Sunday, August 12, 2007

Translation required

Just when I think I have it figured out... Contemporary Art turns around and bites me on the ass.

While I do not hold an MFA or a PhD I did have some art schooling and think I know at least a little bit about art. A little. More than the average everyday person to be sure. I'm certainly not an expert on anything but I try to keep up.

And yet I came out of a gallery opening feeling feeling like an idiot.


A very respected gallery with a highly intelligent and schooled curator - these people know what they are talking about, I trust them, they have impressed me with their knowledge. But what they see in the art and what I see... well, I don't see it, that's the problem.

Lack of background information is one thing - artwork taken completely out of context, I had nothing except the artist's name (no titles, no statement) to help give me some clues. The artwork had to stand alone. I stared at it. It stared back.

Nothing. Really. Half an hour in a very hot and crowded gallery and I came away from it not having any clue as to why those pieces were picked. What made them special? What made the curator look at 250 entries and go "YES! That's the one!" because they didn't say anything to me at all.

And yet the walls were littered with little red dots. I bet more than half of the pieces were already sold.

I Just Don't Get It. I'm supposed to be part of this Art World (hanging out on the fringe anyway) but they are speaking another language. Here are people that I respect - they know what they are talking about, these aren't some fly-by-night shysters running a scam. Seriously high education and multiple degrees and experts in the field... so I have no doubt that they know what they are talking about. They hold up work and proclaim it The Best and I'm drawing blank. I'm not arguing with them, I just don't understand "Why". What made those pieces the best? What are those pieces saying to the curator? Because they aren't talking to me at all.

It's not only "What am I missing?" but "How am I missing this?" Is the art world so fueled by the buyers that even the artists can't figure out what is Good anymore?

I am more than willing to put in the time and effort to understand a piece but there has to be that initial connection or something about it to draw me in, make me want to know more about it, make me want to try to figure it out.

It doesn't help the old self-esteem. I had been feeling really good about art that day, I finally figured something out and was really excited about a new project but then I spend some time in a gallery and come out of it feeling like an idiot. *whooosh* - right over my head. (i am only an egg, I am only an egg)

Mind you I'm still really excited, I think I have something here, I'm going to start working on it tomorrow, Contemporary Art World be damned. I'm accepting that galleries and collectors are speaking another language in their lofty, high towers, and I'm going to stick it out down here in the trenches and muddle on with my own work.

(** personal pet peeve. I hate artwork that is thumbtacked to the wall. I want presentation, damn it. PRESENTATION. Thumbtacks make me think it's a school project and we're having a critique, thumbtacks are what I use to hang my kindergartner's artwork in his school hallway. I know that framing is so behind the times, and hanging your art in different ways is breaking away from the old rigid standards and the establishment, blah blah blah, whatever. Fine. But I want a frame. I think thumbtacks are just tacky, they tell me the artist didn't want or couldn't afford to have it framed, not that they were trying to make any statement about the being avant garde.)

Friday, August 10, 2007


A hundred years ago (or so it seems), back when the internet was a small puddle and you had to code everything by hand I was interviewed by a California radio show.

It was to be part of the promoting we were trying to do for the book "Torn Shapes of Desire" in which I had 10-15 of my photos. The photos which had the original publisher pull the plug on the deal at the very last moment and let the editor scrambling to find someone willing to print a book of erotica with nude photos. The stories weren't the problem, the appearance of nipples were. After much stress and scrambling and way too much money the book was published and all involved set out to sell it best we could.

And so an interview. About the book, and censorship, and my photos. Sounded great, I was up to the challenge.

Except they didn't want to talk about any of that. They wanted to know about my online journal and my sex life. Neither of which I wanted to talk about or was prepared to discuss. The book, let's get back to the book.

I never posted links to the show or even now can recall exactly who interviewed me - it did not go well and I was very... well, perplexed is the best way to describe it. (flustered?) I was caught completely off-guard (it was not at all the questioning I was expecting) and it was very confusing because I didn't understand WHY they were wanting to talk about all of that when the point was supposed to be The Book and Censorship. My stupid little website? Why I call my daughter Spawn? What? Who cares?

I've never paid attention to the logs for my website. Didn't really matter to me. Left it up to The Lawyer to keep an eye on things, track down hotlinkers, send out Cease and Desist letters - the sort of things Lawyers do best. But recently it has becoming incredibly easy for me to keep an eye on the traffic and where it is going.

As much as I'd like to think that people are appreciating all the various photos this just isn't the case. I post a gallery of macro floral shots that I think are excellent and I really am pleased with - there is nary a blip on the tracking screen. But a single random snapshot of myself without makeup or any sort of staging and it tops the list that day and for the rest of the week.

And so I'm perplexed again. It seems obvious that I am more interesting to people than my work. (I say "seems" because I really don't want this to be the case. So I'm in denial.) Flower photos and bug macros are tolerated while they wait for something more personal to be posted.

I can't imagine that there is anything I can do about this other than just deal with the reality of it, just accept it. My personal quandary (why? I'm not that interesting) doesn't change the results of today's website log.

I'd be amiss if I didn't admit to this making me at least a little sad. It's like I'm holding out my portfolio and all the reviewer wants to know is when I'm going to show my tits again. There is more to me than that.

Apparently I'm one of the few that feels this way. I guess it isn't too surprising, this is the internet after all. I just never really thought of it before or realized the extent of the interest in one area and the lack in another.

Show Opening

"Summer Nudes" opening tonight, 6-8 pm - I have work in this show.

Antreasian Gallery
1111 W 36th Street
Baltimore, MD 21211


Show runs through August 30.

Monday, August 6, 2007

Couldn't Resist


Dragged the young'un back to the water gardens today. He cooperation was purchased with a chocolate donut and chocolate milk (he works cheap - and sweet). By noon we were both just dripping in sweat and ended the trip standing in their sprinklers. That was really nice.

As we were leaving another photographer type was just arriving and his arms were overloaded with equipment: camera bags, tripod, and reflectors. Good god man - reflectors? Is it common practice for "nature photographers" to fiddle with the lighting as such? It hadn't occurred to me to set up a mini studio. Wading boots were more what I was thinking about in order to get closer and different shots. (Somehow I'm thinking the park rangers would frown on that.) I'd love to take some of the seed pods home for further, in-depth photo studies but the huge "We Will Make You Pay, Don't Even THINK ABOUT IT" signs warning about disturbing and/or removing any of the animals or plant life keep my hands to myself.

The rest of the week is supposed to be brutal - Hot, Hazy, Humid plus Ozone warnings for air quality. I think it is safe to say that any new shots taken will be done right here at home.

As always, I'm posting these all to Flickr. I am going to eventually build some new galleries on my main website but for now it's quicker for me to post them there.

  Aquatic Gardens

Saturday, August 4, 2007

you know you're old when

I'm here in the AC doing some much needed clean up and organization of my office while in the background I am being serenaded by Duncan, pretending to be a monk from Monty Python, chanting in Latin. Repeatedly.

I should be at the Virgin Music Festival covering the event for Pancake Mountain. Enjoying the brutal heat, the bad air quality and the severe lack of any air conditioning. Obviously I'm not. Lollapalooza happens to be going on in Chicago this very weekend - it is the Battle of the Summer Music Festivals.

Lollapaloza won.

The majority of the crew and gear are in Chicago interviewing bands and doing what Pancake Mountain usually does at these things. The skeleton crew left behind here in DC had the task of covering the Virgin fest if we wanted to. Except... the main folks are up north. Including all the people that actually do the interviews. Which left two of us to cover Virgin, and a photographer and sound guy don't make for very interesting footage. As it got closer to the date Lollapalooza became all encompassing and poor little Virgin got left behind.

I still had the option of going on my own, there is a press pass waiting for me at the gate. But as much as I hate passing up the opportunity
  1. There really aren't any bands playing on either day that I care about. Very lackluster line up. A whole lot of "Eh, do I want to drive to see this band even for free? No."
  2. Did I mention it's a million degrees out with 99% humidity AND Code Orange air quality?
  3. Baltimore.

Looking at being gone both days,
a long drive, and working outside I knew I'd be dead come Monday. I have all these projects that need to get done. I decided that getting some photos for my own portfolio wasn't worth it.

I hope Lollapalooza proves to be a very fruitful event with lots of interviews with cool bands and some great video. I'm not missing the festival, I'm enjoying my quiet day catching up on a lot of work.

Wednesday, August 1, 2007

Photo Safari


Ms Mean Louise posted photos last week of lotus blossoms. Big, gorgeous lotus blossoms. I immediately asked her "WHERE IS THIS?" not wanting to miss an opportunity to descend on them with my camera and hoping these were photos taken around Washington DC.

And yet again, despite living in the DC area for over 15 years I was enlightened to an attraction that I not only had never visited before but never even heard of.Kenilworth Park and Aquatic Gardens

Timing is important but when lotus blossoms are concerned temperature is everything. They don't like the hot, hazy and humid days of DC August. Checking out the forecast for the week it showed each day hotter than the next. It had to be today!

Unfortunately my "assistant" got bored with the park long before I did (which is always the case whenever I take the kids and my camera somewhere) but I managed to get enough shots that I hope encompass the experience.
Posted to my Flickr account.

lotus seed pod

Sunday, July 22, 2007

HP #7 Complete

I finished the 7th book last night around 3 am, Charlotte finished hers this evening before dinner. Overall an enjoyable read, one of my three predictions was correct, and now I can go online and not worry about spoilers :)

Our pre-ordered Amazon copies arrived at our local UPS office on Thursday night. I was watching, tracking online. Here I thought I was going to be ahead of the game and get them delivered on Friday but nooo.... the books sat there. When the box arrived on Saturday I discovered that Amazon was ready for this - the books shipped in a special Harry Potter box with a "do not deliver before July 21" message emblazoned across it. Foiled again!

Nitpick about the writing style of JK Rowling: she has this build up and build up.... and then there is the climatic moment.... but then more build up and build up and more action. It gets lost, too much going on, sticking a very important event or action in the middle of a paragraph in the middle of a chapter and then everything around it is moving at 100 miles an hour - woman, you got to STOP after the climax, let us savor it, catch out breath. Too many times I'm rushing right along caught up in the action and have to say "WHOA! Wait a minute, what the hell just happened?" and go back and re-read the last page and see what Great Important Moment I missed. She doesn't do this all the time but too often she does - break it up there, end the chapter, let us go WOW. Or whatever. Anyway.

Have Charlotte's bridesmaid's dress purchased and off for alterations. The seamstress looked at Charlotte wearing it and said "This dress is too big!" to which I did not reply, as much as I was thinking it, with "No fucking duh, that's why I'm here at our appointment for alterations." I guess they aren't used to people in a bridal party wanting anything more than a hem or something. Half a box of pins later and we had something - we go back in for a fitting in four weeks. Now it is off to get Duncan fitted for his tuxedo - that should be interesting.

Friday, July 20, 2007

vacation photos

finished the first round of edits - photos from the Uk trip posted on Flickr

Next step: edit those down to a reasonable/manageable amount and post to a gallery.

Friday, July 13, 2007

we now return you to...

view from Dunscaith Castle ruins
Vacation's over, back to the real world.

Two weeks in the UK. We started off with a few days in London and then took a train to Glasgow, picked up a rental car and then spent ten days driving around the highlands. Ended up at Edinburgh, trained back to South East England to visit my grandmother and then back to London and Heathrow to home.


British Air - very nice flight. Having individual tvs was great for the kids (me too, caught a triple feature for the seven hour flight home.) The option of ordering a "kids meal" sounded wonderful but I'm not sure where they get their idea of what foods children will eat as the choices of an egg salad sandwich or the cheese & chutney sandwich were not made any more agreeable because they had the crusts cut off. (The morning flight over had Duncan receiving a breakfast meal of spaghetti and meatballs while we all had bacon, sausage and eggs. How strange.)

Craig logged in 947 miles on the rental car. We saw a lot. Unfortunately the gas mileage for our car wasn't the best, and at $8 a gallon it was a comfortable yet expensive way to travel. (96 pence for a liter. 4 liters to a gallon. Exchange rate of $2 to
£1 = $8.00. And here everyone is bitching about $3.00 a gallon. Yikes!)

While I've always been a big fan of England (having family there and being part Brit myself) I have to admit that the highlands of Scotland have now bumped into First Place. The Isle of Syke was absolutely magnificent and we wished we had spent more time there. Desolate, remote, miles without seeing a house or signs of life, and utterly breathtaking scenery. Quite the change from living in the Beltway of Washington DC. Will definitely go there again.

"Kidnapped" by Robert Louis Stevenson is a good book to read when you are traveling around Scotland. "Trainspotting" - eh, not so much.

Weather was pretty good, midges were happily absent, people where friendly, sheep were knee deep, and haggis was on every menu. And while all the establishments in Scotland might offer it I didn't hear a single person order it. You can buy vegetarian haggis as well - which really boggles my mind. Not so much the "how" part but moreso the "why?" Are vegetarians so hard up for food choices in Northern Scotland that they have to resort to fake haggis?

Gin & Tonics come with a slice of lemon and sweetened, lemon-flavored tonic water. Odd. No one had ever heard of B&B so I remained mostly dry this trip - not being a beer drinker nor a scotch lover I was in the wrong part of the world for alcohol. (And while I can appreciate the exact measurements for all bar drinks the single shot of alcohol in that big, tall glass is mighty weak compared to the "glass of gin with a splash of tonic" I'm used to in DC clubs.)

Sweets everywhere. Kids overjoyed, KinderEggs in every shop. It is a wonder the whole country isnt diabetic. (Mind you some days I lived off of Cheese & Onion Crisps and packets of Fruit Pastilles.)

There was a car bomb scare in London while we were there not too far from our hotel. Only learned about it while sitting on a bus reading the headlines on commuter's newspapers. We arrived in Glasgow at 2:45 pm Saturday, June 30 - the exact time that the car bomb hit the Glasgow Airport. Luckily we seemed to shake them when we hit Skye - probably thought it would be a waste to blow up some sheep and a hill or two and so the rest of our trip was terrorist-free.

We saw millions of sheep. A large number of cows (highland variety and others). An impressive number of seals (was brilliant, made me very happy). Horses of all sizes, shapes and colors. A few dolphins (they were camera shy.) Wild rabbits. A couple of the red Scottish deer. Pine martins. And a variety of birds from kestrels to oyster catchers to blue tits and a zallion other types I know nothing about and couldn't name - but no puffins. The Edinburgh Zoo provided us with the most entertaining Sea Otters as well as a hundred Penguins to get up close and personal with so we can safely mark off "wildlife" from our itinerary.

Everything in the Highlands is furry. Cows. Horses. Trees. Everything. Purple FoxGloves grow wild by the thousands in Scotland, whole fields of them (some thistles in bloom but they are a bit later in the season), and the heather was flowering which made for mountains of reddish purple plants.

We hit all the Monty Python Holy Grail spots - some took a little detective work and some climbing but we got them. The kids had the script in the backseat and practiced it for an amazingly long time.

I saw seals, Craig got to the Cave of Caerbannog, Charlotte got to visit Shakespeare's Globe Theatre in London, and Duncan was able to be in a country that recognized and revered his name - It was All Good.

panoramic Isle of Skye

Monday, June 18, 2007


There is a chipmunk hiding behind my desk. He either needs to run back outside through the open door or at least move into a better position so I can take his picture.

There is a nest of yellow jackets in one of my flower pots. As I was watering all my plants yesterday I noticed this rather large hole in the dirt of one of them. "Hmmmm," I thought, "I wonder what made that? Here, I'll fill it with water and see what happens. Oh. Angry wasps fly out." I escaped without injury but Daisy proceeded to stick her nose in to see what the fuss was about. Silly dog. Luckily she can run fast, and knows to come inside when wasps are chasing her.

There is a small wren nest in a hanging basket of flowers. Hopefully they will vacate soon otherwise the plants will die of thirst. (I know not to water them, don't want to waterlog baby birds.)

Friday, June 15, 2007


My Canon DSLR 30D is 8.5 megapixels.

My new Canon Powershot A640 point&shoot thingy has 10 megapixels.

The 30D - while no contest the better camera - knocked me back about $1,500 with body and lens, and my LowePro camera back-pack weighs in at 13.5 pounds with all my gear.

The Powershot came in just under $300 and fits in my purse.

I can't believe they squeezed a 10 megapixel processor into this little thing.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Big Deer in My Front Yard

still not scared of me  

I was sitting at my desk trying to get some research taken care of and Daisy was just going ballistic outside. I finally went out after her to get her to stop barking but she was so focused I got down to her level to see what had her attention. Deer in the neighbor's yard. Eating their hostas.We usually only see deer at dusk - unless it is a rainy or cloudy day like it is today. Shove the dog back inside, grab the camera and scamper off to see how close I can get. How close? Pretty damn. I don't own a telephoto, these were taken with my macro lens. (who has time to change lenses?) I eventually got close enough that it decided to move on. It casually walked through the yard and decimated the plant life along the way. Those things can eat. The neighbors are going to come home and wonder what happened to all their lilies.

im in ur yard, eatin ur flowerz

Monday, June 11, 2007


1st Tooth

Sopranos Final Episode

David Chase = Cock Tease

After throwing a barrel of red herrings at us in this episode he runs off laughing with our money while we're still standing there with our pants down wondering what the hell just happened.

Disappointing. Feh.

Six Feet Under still reigns supreme for Best Ending Evar.

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Woke Up Dis Mo'nan

The ziti is ready to hit the oven.

(The one with the meatballs? Carmela's recipe?
Oh hell yes, the one with meatballs of course. Who do you think I am, Janice? please.)

Bread, fresh basil, really good olive oil and balsamic vinegar, big red tomatoes, a nice hunk of Romano, even some Capicolli (gabagool) and - what Italian dinner would be complete without some cannoli rounding it off?

Top it all off with a couple bottles of Italian red and we're all set for The Sopranos. Eight years ends tonight.

Tuesday, June 5, 2007


A Boy and His Dog

Duncan was hanging out with me this weekend while I was working at my desk, I turned around to check on what he was doing and found him quite comfortably writing in his notebook, with Daisy's tail going a mile a minute.

Friday, June 1, 2007


The summer schedule for the Fort Reno concert series is out. Now I can plan my calendar.

Ginger is in her new home and the reports are that she's doing quite well. Which I'm glad about. It is a little odd that they are changing her name... (?) and she doesn't have a yard (boo, condo living) but - she's getting lots of attention and will be well taken care of. So I can't complain. She's not my dog anymore anyway.

Reading Neal Stephensen's Cryptonomicon and really enjoying it. The largeness of his work always scared me off (this one weighs in with 1,168 pages) and it is dense reading (slow going, no skimming here) but it's quite good and very interesting. Even with all the math :) So that's saying something right there. And - happy to report- he seems to have a very Vonnegut-eshness about him. And not in the way that the book jackets of Christopher Moore compare him to Vonnegut (which I assume is in reference to his goofy, off-the-cuff style of writing - and I disagree whole heartedly that he's ANYTHING like Vonnegut, oh he wishes) but in a Vonnegut way of describing things and that deep, dark, cynical edge. Anyway. It's really good. I picked up Snow Crash too, what the hell.

Doing some research on contemporary photographers/artists that use photography in their work... and while I agree with some of it I think that at least half of the artists I am coming across are just dead dull boring. Even reading about what their concept is doesn't make me think in any way shape or form that what they are producing is "Art" let alone worthy of being held up as one of the major representatives of The Art Scene of Today. Luckily the other 50% are interesting both in their work and their ideas.

But here is a line of bullshit - in reference to an artist making huge wall size prints and his method of displaying them in the gallery:
"...often pinning them onto the wall. By not framing his work in a conventional manner or surrounding it with the traditional trappings of display, he questions the hierarchies and modes of analysis within which we understand and appreciate art."
Um. Okay. Maybe something like that came out of it, but I'm pretty sure it started with "Wow, I want to print these as HUGE as possible, can you make them cover the entire wall??" ... which then followed with the "oh holy fuck, that is going to cost thousands of dollars to frame. Shit. Um Where are the pushpins? We'll be all rebellious against the Gallery Man and just stick our art on the wall like we're in our Art Appreciation class. Yeah!"

Or else somebody actually DID think of that first explanation first and, if that is the case, I'm just going to stay over here in my corner and not even bother with galleries and Contemporary Art. I'll just do my thing and be happy with what I can get. Cause I certainly don't think like that.

Concentrating on artists that use themselves in their work. Very interesting to see the variations and to read *why* they say they use themselves. I think Cindy Sherman's explanation comes closest to mine.

"The levels I try to get to are not about the having-fun part. I also realized that I myself don't know exactly what I want from a picture, so it's hard to articulate that to somebody else - anybody else. When I'm doing it myself, I'm really just using the mirror to summon something I don't even know until I see it." ...

"So I guess I was thinking, maybe I am still just dressing up, because I don't theorize when I work. I would read theoretical stuff about my work and think, 'What? Where did they get that?' The work was so intuitive for me, I didn't know where it was coming from. So I thought I had better not say anything or I'd blow it."

I think next week I'm going to start creating. Been thinking about it long enough, time to start producing.

Tuesday, May 29, 2007

print sale

I was hoping to not take home so many of the prints I framed for Artomatic... I honestly don't have the storage space for them.

So - yeah - sale

Framed 5x7 print (8x10 frame size) with shipping: $50 through Paypal. Metal frames, glass, acid-free mats - wired and ready to hang.

Buy 2 = $90
Buy 3 = $125

better view of the prints available here:

email me at tracytracy at gmail dot com

Sunday, May 27, 2007


signed off on Artomatic - over and done, time to gear up for the next go around.

Some serious introspection regarding my work and my direction started before Artomatic but - not having time to create anything new in time to exhibit there - it has been milling around in my head, no real answers yet. What's the Point being the big one - because I really want there to be a Point. A meaning. Something more than what I've been doing. What am I trying to say?

Was commented to me recently that in this day and age of everyone having access to a gazillion megapixel "Anyone can take a great photo" digital camera makes the CONCEPT of the photograph so much more important in the art world. Which is a very interesting idea to me. Just how does an artist photographer break off from the rest of the world that owns the same camera? How to stand out? I was getting there anyway, working more on the IDEA just follows. Anyone can take a snapshot.

So, Pinky, I've been pondering. What do I want to do with my photos? Why am I doing this? What am I trying to say? What would be successful to me/how do I measure success? No definite answers yet but thoughts are pulling themselves together in something that hopefully will form a cohesive thought. Soon.

It's nailing down what my priorities are with creating new work and sticking with that.

Was called "brave" for doing the work that I do in this area that is so unfriendly towards nudes and nudity. Puzzling statement - I'm not brave, I'm just me. I do what I do regardless of my environment. If anything if I wanted to be a "successful" artist with gallery representation I'd have ditched the nude work years ago and gone for something more marketable in the DC area.

I waver between gathering more outside photo and artistic resources or turning inwards and just dealing with myself. Do I study what other contemporary photographers are doing out there (no need to reinvent the wheel) or will they influence me in ways that I don't want to be influenced (I'm not trying to be trendy, I don't want to try to create work that is "popular"). Hmmmm. On one hand I don't want to create a series that has already been created by someone else who did what I set out to do better and bigger - but I also want to be unique and I don't want to fall into any gimmick or trendy trap. (so how does one go about studying the works of others to be inspired by the good and not influenced by the bad?)

Oh. I made a couple new Sock Monsters this week. Been meaning to for ages, had a night where I didn't want to be in front of this box and just wanted to do something simple and fun for a few hours. Serious RSI the next day in my shoulder and wrist - ouch - sewing carpel tunnel? But the kids were pleased.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

cool videos

Modest Mouse "Missed the Boat" video contest, 4,133 individual still frames shot by a digital slr. That's a lot of photocopies from Kinkos. Found this from Wooster.


Monday, May 21, 2007

judge not...


I hate people.

There should be some sort of electrical device that is implanted between the brain and the mouth that forces you to think about the stupid thing you are about to say before it actually comes out. A delay system if you will. Will an electro-shock metering to gauge the inappropriateness of a comment.

Because while you probably meant no harm in inquiring after my dog this morning in my vet's office - who obviously had issues being partially shaved and covered with wounds - it is really none of your damn business.

"What are you going to do about it?"

"Oh, I could never do that."

Well, I hope you never do have to give up your dog. I hope to hell you never have to deal with this horrible situation. I hope you don't have to deal with your kids being traumatized from seeing their pets trying to repeatedly kill each other. I hope you don't have to spend the time and the money trying to come up with a solution only to be left with the heartbreaking realization that the only remaining action is to find the dog a new home before one of them ends up dead.

I hope you never have to deal with that, you obnoxious fuck, because despite being the moronic idiot that you are no one should have to go through this.

Saturday, May 19, 2007

what a long, strange trip it's been

Artomatic 2007
  • Artomatic bids fond farewell tomorrow night - 2007 shuts down for good at 10pm. It has been a right raucous ride and I expect it to go out with a bang. 400+ artists all celebrating the last night? If there isn't mad chaos then I shall be sorely disappointed. (and somebody better be taking photos, I don't want to miss any of it!) Met so many great people - I am so glad that I got involved with this, won't miss another one.
  • Having said that I must admit that I have overextended myself with Artomatic events and home responsibilities plus kid projects plus helping out at schools. And most of the time doing all of this solo (I think that was the proverbial straw that crippled that camel). Good christ I'm tired. I had just gathered together all the supplies and equipment to start a new art project when the call came that Artomatic was a go - and since then they have been gathering dust. I don't expect there to be much down-time between when this Artomatic ends and we begin working on the next iteration but I hope we have more time to plan things out beforehand so there isn't this mad rush while the event if underway. Deadlines are good but I need a break every once in awhile. Plus have I mentioned that I haven't touched the new art project yet? Back burners, baby, simmering away, just waiting. I'm itching to get to work.
  • Dogs. Ugh. That situation just sucks, no better way to describe it. Behaviorist advice not that helpful. Behavior modifications not working. Wisdom from Vet and Brother have proven true: Ginger needs to be an Only Dog. Another ER trip today. You don't want to know my vet bills. My arms are banged and scratched and bandaged up from this latest altercation. As much as it pains me I'm finding Ginger a new home. She's attacking Daisy and Bonnie every chance she gets. The kids are traumatized from these fights. It breaks my heart but what can I do? She in the office right now whining and howling - doped up on pain medication, more open wounds and antibiotics, and separated from the other dogs. She has come so far in the years that we had her from an aloof dog to a very affectionate and loyal pet. Ginger is such a sweet and good natured dog with people, her tail wagging is the cutest thing ever. Fuck. I honestly can't think about this right now.
  • I got lots of cool Doraemon stuff from the kids for Mother's Day. Mark and Emily were up that weekend and they made breakfast, I got to sleep in, the kids made a treasure hunt for me to find my presents, and Craig brought chocolate and Starbucks to me in bed. I'm building a website for Mark and Emily's wedding, Charlotte is going to be a bridesmaid, Duncan is going to be an Extra Best Man - not quite sure of his title yet but it involves wearing a tux and looking cute (cause he can't help that.) And while I'll bring my camera and I'm sure I'll walk away with many Cf cards full of images I get to be a full fledged GUEST and not a hired hand. Sometimes it is nice to go to a wedding and not be part of the staff.

I can't believe it's already May 20th and this is the end for Artomatic. I can't believe that next weekend is Memorial Day. too fast, it's all going too fast. I still have so much to do, I need more time. (I need more sleep.) And perhaps tonight a drink before bed. After this day I think I deserve one.

Friday, May 11, 2007

Good start to the weekend


The Lawyer showed up this morning bright and early thanks to a very short break in his trial and a ticket on the red eye. It is only for a couple of days but it is nice to have him home. I don't really sleep when he's gone and two weeks is about all of that I can take. I didn't tell the kids he was coming home in case something happened and he had to stay in LA for the weekend so they were very happy this morning to wake up to him.

Finally talked to the Animal Behaviorist and they'll be coming out next week to evaluate the dog situation. It sounded promising on the phone (as optimistic as one can be without actually meeting any of the hounds involved) and it is, of course, expensive but this could be the solution to the fighting. I'm willing to go with their recommendation being that they are the professionals in such matters and are more knowledgeable than I am. In the meantime I'm keeping a sharp eye on the dogs when I'm home and keeping them separated when I am not. I don't know whether it is my diligence or the second fight last week but Daisy and Ginger are subdued around each other and both react much faster when I shout out a warning to them. Perhaps they are tired of bleeding so damn much? That would be nice.

My brother and fiance are visiting with us this weekend, they are due in tomorrow morning at the crack of dawn (What is it with people coming in at sunrise?) ;) Hopefully the forecasted thunderstorms won't materialize and they'll get to enjoy the spectacle that is a t-ball game with 6-year olds.

Then an evening at Artomatic - which is going quite well but passing too quickly, less than 10 days left. (You have gone to see it - right? Time is running out.) Lots of events this weekend but for the closing weekend there are even more with Fire Dancers on Friday and Saturday night as well as bands and workshops and such.

A long time friend came into town this weekend and we met up with him for a quick tour of Artomatic - and what was probably going to be a short visit turned into a nice long chat thanks to my hectic pace and locking my keys in my car. So he hung out with me and the kids outside of Artomatic once it shut down for the night (it was great weather) and got to catch up on things while I waited for the locksmith. Hours. Sheesh! I know Crystal City is a bit of a maze but even with my cell phone it was a ridiculously long wait. I had nowhere to be, and the kids were amusing themselves running laps around the courtyard and then laying in the grass so it didn't phase me. No problems getting them to sleep that night, Duncan was asleep in the car before we got home.

The weather is great, the dogs aren't killing each other today, it's Friday... all is right with the world.

Wednesday, May 2, 2007


Our Chalet - Family Portrait
I was contacted yesterday by someone from my high school class. It's time for our 20th reunion.

20 years.

I'm not sure I'll go, I haven't spoken to anyone from there in a very long time. I'll wait and see how I feel closer to the date, they are still trying to track everyone down. (A grand total of 107 people in my senior class. One deceased. )

I was trying to find a recent family photo to send her but couldn't find anything newer than our last St Martin trip.

I look a little different now. No tan. No hair. But you get the basic idea.

Compare to this taken in Spring, 1986:


That's me and The Lawyer at prom - I'm 16, he's 23. (it's okay, I married him.) My school was small enough that we had a joint JR/SR prom so I got to go *twice* - whoo boy. Didn't dance at either one of them. Craig took me to this one - he spent a good portion of the evening in the hotel bar smoking and drinking gin&tonics, probably wondering what in gods name was he doing at a high school prom. The next year I went with a friend since Craig had moved away. I thankfully don't have the photo from that prom night, I had some crazy ass hair, best left forgotten.

I don't think about high school. I don't care about high school. The only time it ever comes into my head is when I get mail or phone calls from them asking for money. HA ha ha. As if. For the most part high school sucked and I wanted nothing more than to be out of it, so I'm not exactly sure what the point of a reunion is. Because I want to relive all of that?

I did show up at the 10-year. I was already in town and it seemed like a good excuse to get out of my parent's house for the evening. I'm pretty sure I had purple hair at the time, and a nose ring. I handed out copies of my book then left.

blood and hair...

and a 3 am trip to the emergency vet.

Daisy and Ginger got into it last night and for what seemed like forever I couldn't break them up. My living room is wreck. I finally managed to beat Daisy hard enough on her head that she let go.

Stupid fucking dogs, jesus.

Ginger is torn up. I'm sure it would have been a lot worse if she hadn't had the thick mane of hair around her neck. (She was scheduled to be groomed on Friday - a "summer" cut with all of it cut off. Thankfully not done last week when I tried to get her an appointment.)

So it's antibiotics and pain pills for all. Poor Ginger feels awful with open wounds (bleeding) and she's whining because I'm sure it hurts like hell and she doesn't understand why. If that wasn't enough she looks awful too: head and neck are shaved, she's covered in bites, one ear is torn up - she really is this tiny little dog, no one would ever know under all that hair. Such a sad, pathetic sight.

So, yeah, a little tired today. Kids are understandably upset - tired too (since they were woken up by the commotion and were with me at the vet's office for two hours. Whee. Thank god for Nick at Nite.)

Something must be done or the next time one of them is going to kill the other. This is Daisy's third fight. I hate the idea of getting rid of a dog but the idea of dealing with a dead one is much worse.

Sunday, April 29, 2007

Could it be? yes! Another artomatic post

Artomatic 2007  

Was at Artomatic this afternoon for a couple of hours. Town Hall Meeting (for the participants) plus there was an Art Market on the 8th floor. I managed to attend the meeting, get lots of information, and then wander the Market and hand over $100 for art goodies. I had to leave then, I was out of cash!

Before all of that though I was in my room putting in some much needed additional lighting. The Office Space florescent aren't exactly the best for viewing art anyway and the ones in my room are dying off one by one. A rule of the space is that we aren't allowed to do anything with the ceiling so one has to get creative when adding any lighting. (Don't even get me started on the crazy electrical issues). But I also have the added problem of not wanting to do any damage to the wall itself - nor can I just add a couple of floor lamps for those will block the wall.

Yeah Ikea! They have a solution for everything. Quite a few artists strung halogen spotlights from Ikea in their space which look great but I'm not confident enough with my skills at installing something like that and my electrician is unavailable to assist me. And while the kids are a big help... well, wiring and stringing electrical cords is probably a bit much to ask of a 6-year old.

Anyway - I had my camera with me today but totally forget to take a photo with the new lights. But Dan Rosenstein (www.danspix.com) was on site wandering around with his camera and he took one for me. Fish eye too - Malcolm will like that. (thanks Dan!)

This FRIDAY Night is Meet the Artists Night at Artomatic. The majority of participating artists will be on hand in their spaces to talk to you and tell you everything you ever wanted to know about their work. And they'll probably offer you a glass of wine for your troubles. Maybe even some cheese. I'll be there from 6-9 pm with a couple bottles of Gew├╝rztraminer and Sauvignon blanc to share. 6B40 - please come by and say hello!

Take heed, they mean business!

my "Top Ten" for artomatic

The Artomatic website has a "picks" section where you can make a list of your favorite works. I can do it, you can do it, anybody can do it. And you can read everyone else's - which is cool because you will find things that you might have missed and make note to go back and see those.

However the interface isn't exactly what I'd call ideal - through no fault of its own but because quite a few artists (myself included) haven't uploaded artwork to their catalog entry. (I have a photo of my space so you know it's me but with everything of mine posted here I didn't see the point in doing it all again. I mean, haven't we seen that all enough?)

Big Artist Pet Peeve - what the hell is it with artists and websites? Christ, it's the 21st century, get thee to a web designer and FTP that sucker now! Ouch!

I've come across rooms of art where
  1. no name or business cards anywhere I could find. I liked the art, would like to let the artist know this but I can't contact them.
  2. The artist does leave a business card with an email address.... THAT BOUNCES! Giving me incorrect information is worse than giving me no information.
  3. The url on the business card (if they bother to include it) either doesn't work/404/expired or is "UNDER CONSTRUCTION" with no other information. Tease. Buying a domain name does not entitle you to say you have a website.

I was really thinking I was overdoing it with my multiple promotional items but I'd really rather get a lot from an artist than nothing at all.

Now, without further ado, my Top Ten List.... of 17 artists :)

Michael Janis - Glass
Space: 6th floor Red 6A01

Alison Sigethy - Glass
Home page: http://www.GoingToGreenland.com
Space: 6th floor Yellow 6A17

Geoff Ault - Photography
Space: 6th floor Red 6D11

Kim Reyes - Mixed media
Space: 6th Floor Red 6D03

Sergio OlivosM - MixedMedia
Space: 6th floor Blue 6A48

Anne Benolken - 3-D Standalone
Space: 8th floor Orange 8D13

Bernard Willis - Photography
Home page: http://www.bernardphoto.com
Space: 6th floor - in a hallway, towards the Ants... keep looking

Jesse Thomas
Home page: http://www.jess3.com
Space: 6th floor Blue 6Y02

Lynn Putney - Painting
Space: 6th floor Red 6A11

Elizabeth Lundberg Morisette - 3-D Standalone
Home page: http://elmorisette.blogspot.com
Space: 6th floor Red 6R01
(macro detail)

Pat Goslee - Painting
Home page: http://www.patgoslee.com
Space: 6th floor Red 6A11

Tim Hayes - Photography
Home page: http://www.hayesimages.com
Space: 6th floor Blue 6Y05

Scott Davis - Photography
Home page: http://www.photographotica.com
Space: 6th floor Blue 6A55

Raju Singh - Photography
Home page: http://www.rajusingh.30art.com
Space: 6th floor Blue 6C31

William Winton - Mixed Media
Space: 6th floor Yellow 6A39

Gabriel Thy - Painting
Home page: http://www.scenewash.org
Space: 6th floor Blue 6A43

Laurel Lukaszewski - Installation (ceramic)
Space: 8th floor Green 8B03

Eileen Colton - B&W Photography
Space: 8th floor, Green 8C07

(no photo yet - but she is showing B&W concert photographs
from the 70s. The Clash, Devo, Talking Heads, The Ramones,
Patti Smith - wonderful stuff!)

Wednesday, April 25, 2007

photo update

(something besides artomatic for a change)

Frying Pan Park
Field trip with three classes of kindergartners to Frying Pan Park in Fairfax, VA. Baby farm animals galore! And while we didn't get to milk a real cow we have a standing date to return so my kids will get a crack at it. Interesting little place - a very small farm located in an area that not too long ago was all farms and is now surrounded by McMansions. Must be somewhat surreal to go pick up your morning paper from your driveway and get to call out greetings to the cows across the street.

The new batch of a dozen piglets were kept warm under heat lamps. Insert your own bacon joke here.
Frying Pan Park
The lambs were really cute. The sheep needed some serious shearing. Or a bath. Maybe a little conditioner.

Frying Pan Park
When we adopted Bonnie and Clyde we couldn't imagine any dog could be more affectionate than either of these two. Then Daisy came along. Not only will she lick you to death (while not officially proven yet it is only a matter of time) but she's affectionate with the other dogs as well. She and Bonnie are the ones usually curled up together (on my bed, Ah hem.) but here I caught Clyde snuggling with her. Strange quality photo due to the damaged processor in my little powershot. It does provide interesting affects to photos but sometimes you have to smack it (repeatedly) to get it take a photo at all.
Clyde and Daisy

I couldn't imagine a more uncomfortable place for Clyde - Mr. You Gonna Finish That? - to try to take a nap. He's squeezed onto the bench catching some rays - if he dare moves he'll fall off the thing. He obviously doesn't realize how big he has grown. I suspect that his check-up will involve a conversation with "What ARE you feeding him??" and talk of diet food for the large beastie. Owning four dogs and having one on a special diet will be interesting. Guess that means no more Klondike bars for the hounds.

Tis allergy season - well, Spring Allergy Season - for the DC area. Technically I don't think we are ever out of allergy season, there is always SOMETHING in the air setting off the sinuses and having us lined up for the contraband Sudafed. And while the weather finally seems to agree with Mother Nature (i.e.: no more snowing on flowers) I'm not enjoying the beautiful days as much as I'd like because I can't friggin BREATHE. And I haven't found the right balance of allergy meds that will allow for an open airway without transforming me into a spaced-out zombie. For while breathing is rather important and I do appreciate the easy exchange of air it doesn't do me a whole lot of good if I'm too dizzy to drive or am spending the majority of my time sound asleep. Drowsy and Dizzy, that's me.

It wouldn't be so bad if the allergy meds resolved all the allergy symptoms but neither Duncan nor myself have breathed through our noses for at least three weeks. So while we can get doped up enough to function nothing we have tried returns us to a normal state. We sound like the nasal passages are stuffed with cotton no matter what pharmaceutical cocktail we are currently prescribed.

Which sucks - because time outside or working with the doors open is wonderful but I end up regretting it when my mucus production cranks up to astronomical proportions that threaten to make my head assplode.

And we haven't even gotten into the pollen season yet. Wheeee.

Spring means puppies too. This is Bobby Lee - rescued and already adopted but demanding of photographic evidence of his absolute cuteness. This is one spunky pup - especially that he's a three-legged critter. He moves so fast I'd be afraid to see him with four legs - he'd be a right holy terror. It certainly doesn't slow him down at all.

I'm trying to take photos of a dog going up for adoption and this little hound was demanding an audience. Daisy came with me today and it was amusing to see how she - just with us one year now and probably about 16 months old - was not amused by the tiny puppy wanting to PLAY. It wasn't very long ago when she was the annoying pup climbing over the bigger older dogs demanding attention.

How could you look at that face and refuse?

Monday, April 23, 2007

Documenting Artomatic

Last Tuesday I worked the morning shift at Artomatic - and before I left for the day I made the rounds with my camera to try to document all of the Brash poems I could find.

Brash is an anonymous poet that leaves a single poem for an artist inspired by their art. Not for every artist, just the select, lucky few. So far I have found 25 poems. When I went back on Friday night quite a few of those had been removed so I'm glad I got them when I did.

See the poems and the artwork that inspired them here on Flickr.

Friday night my goal was to document the different ways the artists had personalized their spaces. After two hours and less than half of the 6th floor I called it quits. It seems when one starts really looking there are very few participants that went with the plain white wall look. I've started putting artist names with the photos but it is taking quite awhile. It seems the more time I spend at Artomatic the more I find, it's like I'm not making any progress. My head assplode. Art overload. Argh!

And I really have no idea how some bloggers are unable to find only ten artists to fill out a Top Ten Artomatic list. Maybe I'm too easy or maybe they are too pretentious but the deeper I dig the more I find. I'll need a Top Ten Painters, a Top Ten Glass, top Ten Sculpture, Top Ten Photographers... etc etc. One visit is not going to be enough for anyone to spend the required time to pick favorites - there are just too many artists, too many spaces, and too much art. This is a full-time job.

With that said I'm taking the next few days off. I've got a couple more shifts still to work, and a couple more events to attend before this is all over. Perhaps that will give me enough time to properly explore each installation.

Photos of Art and spaces from Artomatic

To get an idea of the size of Artomatic check out this interactive map of the space - note that the event fills the 6th and 8th floors. Each room can have between two and five artists depending on the type of art and the size of the space. I'd say that the rooms on the outside (with windows) generally have two artists while the inside rooms (with more walls) have three or four in each room.

Wednesday, April 18, 2007

some initial thoughts on Artomatic

The opening night of Artomatic went very well - over 3,500 people came out. I worked the event that day from 9:30 am to help out with the press conference (which was fun but tiring) and stayed until about 9:30 pm when my feet made me call it quits. Despite changing from my high-heel pointy boots into the rough and tumble converse hi-tops the concrete floors and standing all day took its toll.

Got to see and chat with Lenny at the Press conference - haven't seen him in ages, he seems his usual jovial self and he gave me some advice about my work which is always appreciated and helpful. He introduced me to Tim Tate and I was very impressed with his down-to-earth demeanor and instantly liked him. I've seen his glasswork for (what seems like) years now at the Fraser Gallery and online, it was really nice to put a face with the art.

Frank Warren from Post Secret is also a super nice guy, very humble and unassuming. We chatted quite a bit about the Post Secret project while he was installing his room and for all of his success he is anything but pretentious. For someone with so much press he's just a normal guy.

I've made the rounds through the two floors a few times now but still feel like I haven't seen everything. There are too many photos posted to the Artomatic Flickr group that make me remark "I missed that, must go back and find it!" Yesterday after my volunteer shift was over I wandered through all the spaces documenting the poems left behind by Brash - an anonymous fixture of Artomatic. She leaves poems she has written inspired by the artwork. I found 25 so far, I'll keep my eye out to see if she writes anymore.

I still need to make more trips to:

1) Document the various style of rooms. I want to photograph all the different ways that artists chose to display their work. While there are too many walls (in my opinion) that weren't even painted white (they still show the signs and scuffmarks of being an office wall) there are many rooms that showcase the creativity of the artists residing there.

2) Complete a Top Ten list. This seems to be almost impossible. Limiting it to ten that is. There are the photographers that I like, then there are some painters, a couple of sculptors that really stand out, as well as artists where the whole package is great (wall design as well as art) and then entire rooms as a collaborative effort is exemplary. Very difficult to narrow it down.

I am making a point of contacting the artists whose work I find to be interesting or inspiring. I know I really appreciate any feedback so I'm trying to give some too.

The works of Photographer Barry Schmetter, Alison Duvall, Shannon Chester, and Bernard Willis all made me stop and take their cards. Barry is on the 8th floor and I really love his handling of light and color. Alison has a series of Polaroid emulsion lifts which are really beautiful, Shannon has black and white prints of nudes that have a very dream-like quality to them, and a couple of the B&W nudes by Bernard have me seriously jealous.

Then there are the concert B&W photography by Eileen Colton which are just amazing. I'm buying at least one, maybe two. It is hard to decide which. I think I've narrowed it down to the Clash group photo and the one of Joey Ramone though The Lawyer is quite partial to the Patti Smith photos.

The room of Phil Nesmith and Jennifer Foley is beautifully done but I need to go back and spend more time looking at their actual work. There are quite a few other photographers on the 6th floor that I need to revisit.

I really like the work of sculptor Kim Reyes. I love the reflection photograph by Christopher Chen - that's one I wish I had made. And the flower series by Geoff Ault are so beautiful and delicate...

See, that's 10 right there without even getting to the painters.

While there are rooms of "art" where I question the use of that term there are also many many rooms of really great work. I'm surprised by how much quality work I am finding. I was expecting more of a rag-tag show but there is some really good stuff on display here. And with somewhere between 400 and 600 artists involved there will be something that you like. It is just taking the time to go through the entire space to find it that is the issue.

Big pet peeve: artists that do not display contact information, have cards out or urls for more information. And what is it with artists and websites? In this day and age it is really a crime to not have an online portfolio, there is no excuse.

Check out the Flickr set for photos from Artomatic. Updated as often as I can.

Sunday, April 15, 2007


There can be no god or justice in a world where the passing of a brilliant mind like Kurt Vonnegut is already off the news feed and yet the insipid and waste of space Anna Nicole Smith fiasco continues to make headlines.

It just ain't right.

Craig pointed out a quote of Vonnegut's that epitomized his power to take our feelings (at least "ours" meaning his and mine) and put them into razor sharp words. To say it better than anything we could come up with.

I agreed and thought it worthy of repeating.

Cold Turkey, published May 12, 2004 in
In These Times.

"But I know now that there is not a chance in hell of America’s becoming humane and reasonable. Because power corrupts us, and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Human beings are chimpanzees who get crazy drunk on power. By saying that our leaders are power-drunk chimpanzees, am I in danger of wrecking the morale of our soldiers fighting and dying in the Middle East? Their morale, like so many bodies, is already shot to pieces. They are being treated, as I never was, like toys a rich kid got for Christmas."

Thursday, April 12, 2007

Installation = Complete

Room 6B40

This is BEFORE

Lovely, isn't it? Typical government office space.

Though I am really curious as to what happened to that carpet.

Looks like they had a HUGE coffee
accident. Or it's a crime scene they never cleaned up. Either way = Ick.

Here is DURING

That's Nate from FastSigns installing my wall mural made from a photoshop image I gave him. He hooked me bigtime up so props out to him!

And here is AFTER

We are all done. (and there was much rejoicing.)

Well, we have to be done because the Opening is tomorrow and last night was the deadline for finishing installation. Today is general clean up and prep - getting ready to present the show to the Press Friday morning and then open to the public at 3 p.m.

Mal Jones is the painter with the fish wall, and the other wall is another photographer - Camille Mosley-Pasley - who is showing a series of B&W portraits.

I'm pleased with how it turned out, I like our space. Having another week would have been great to work on things like lighting (we weren't allowed to do anything with the ceiling and there were crazy and constantly changing rules about electrical cords and outlets which made adding additional lighting a bit of a nightmare) and putting in some real carpet... but overall I am happy with what I did and really impressed by the other spaces.

You MUST come see this show.

More photos of the room can be seen at Flickr - Artomatic 2007

Tuesday, April 10, 2007

artomatic... artomatic... artomatic.. is almost here!

Tomorrow will be my final day of installation. Judging by how many spaces were still blank today I'm not going to be the only one working right up to the deadline. I believe (as I go over my list) I've got all the pieces I need for my room, I just need to put them in place.

I was out of town last week and since I returned I have been living and breathing ARTOMATIC. Matting, framing, printing, assembling, copying, painting, nailing... and lots of shopping. Boy, lots of shopping. Home Depot now rivals B&H for top number of entries in my checking account.

(iow: haven't been reading email, or surfing, or doing much of anything save for getting organized for this show. Talk to me next week, I should be more coherent then.)

Opening Day/Night should be wild - but there are also events happening just about every night that the show is open. So if you can't make it down this Friday you will have plenty of other opportunities to see the art as well as experience the event.

I'm really impressed by a lot of the artwork I am seeing throughout the site. (We have the entire 6th and 8th floors). People are spending a serious amount time and effort to make their space something unique. It is coming together well. I'm really excited about seeing it as a whole when everyone is finished with their individual part.

And I think... perhaps, maybe... I'm going to get to bed tonight before 2 am! I think I'm done! Tomorrow is going to be jam packed and I expect to be on site all day and maybe till they kick me out at closing time ... but as of right now I've done all I can do from here and can get some sleep! Wheee! Let's here is for more than 5 hours! Yeah!

Artomatic. Opens this Friday the 13th at 3pm. Located in the old Patent & Trademark Building in Crystal City. Over 600 artists. Closes May 20th. http://www.artomatic.org/