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

random

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.



others:

Monday, May 21, 2007

judge not...

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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

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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

1987

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:

 

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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.