Been busy

September 2
Baby sat for little Fisher today.
My re-entry into caring for friends' child in a long time.
He's 3 months, filled out, with excellent communication. Fussy when hungry, wet or tired.
So easy to please. Expressed milk from mom and he suckles it happily. The incredible beauty and translucency of his eyelids when he naps. His attentiveness to things in the world, the wind chimes, my breath, the sound of chirping peepers in his rocking "bed".

I've framed two small photos lately- for a show in KS City. They are images of the Flint Hills, and more representational than the abstract photos.

I attempted framing the two works w/ plexi- and as usual, the world is not static (dust, spots, etc.) free. A struggle.




Have had some chaos lately; sent a large photo to a show in PA. UPS dropped and damaged the crated work-and sent me the "balance" of the item.
So the frame is being repaired, the print and mat damaged. Had to reprint the photo- and the printer I use has a new machine, so the colors aren't the same. Do I send the revised work back to the PA venue? I'm supposed to hear back from UPS soon about whether they will honor the insurance that they accepted when they took the package.

Last week I was a panelist for a grant-giving organization. Reviewed lots of images, stories, listened to music and watched film clips from talented artists. It was really interesting and challenging to determine who was actually meeting the guidelines and whose projects sound feasible, innovative, unique-- or are they enterprising concepts? A bit of some juxtaposition and even contradiction here. Something that is innovative may not actually be marketable.

At the hotel where I stayed overnight I simply channel surfed and watched with horror about parasites on Animal Planet.

Shot some photos from the hotel room: The bed, the view, the a/c vent.











The sheetrock is receiving its coat of joint compound. A luscious kind of painterly strokes with a knife. Happy to do it, despite the enormity of the whole project. I remember working at a gallery in Chicago and loving the application of spackle to cover over the holes and pencil marks from the absent art.










Another oil spill today in the Gulf.
What kind of karma that area has.
Or what kind of greed and corrupt practice to foul the water.
The blue planet. The water of which we are also comprised of.

Have watched a fabulous series about water shot in "HD". The filming is spectacular, but the writing and narration fails. I could watch it without sound, as kind of a silent magical panorama of images. (Silly note: Reminds me of an earlier TV channel that showed a Yule log burning in the fireplace on XMAS day.)
So I've been busy.