bat guano wafting in the wind and here i go again
the first trip over we took both boxes and after realizing there wasn't an easy way to hang them without putting over 120 nails in the wall (2 nails could be spread apart and the piece rest on them i suppose) we dragged the three doors that jared put together as display walls outside in the light and i stood up on the outdoor 'bar' looking down at them. didn't have a ladder and i really wanted a shot of all of them. this is just the first batch, the 2nd batch we went back and did later because after unwrapping each one and writing down the number on a little piece of paper and laying it under the piece so we could re-wrap in the same numbered wrapping paper we were spent. i didn't take the time i could have to arrange them because once i had that little number under it it became even more of a chore to pick them up and catch that little piece of paper before the wind blew it away.
it got comical when i had a burst of energy and wanted to capture the same cloudy day lighting and begged tod to go with me again. we walked over and started doing it again and tod just laid on the deck and had a meltdown. he got kind of pink/pale/ill looking and started shaking uncontrollably with a kind of anger/humor/laugh. he was exhausted and it stunk of bat guano over there (the wafting shit from the bats at the prison a block away) and frankly we know this is crazy. all of it. the lugging of STUFF back and forth and over and over and making and doing and lugging and showing and lugging and storing. it gets to us. when tod's mom was here she had one little space to sit in and most of the time i had to move boxes and bubble wrap out of the way. we live like hoarders even though we are not. we just dont have space for our art stuff. it goes against everything that seems logical, especially to tod. there is a love/hate relationship with this art life. i'm not complaining as much as just feeling as a loss most times for how much longer this can go on and what is necessary in order to live sanely. what we NEED is an industrial building to work/store everything we collect. what we need is a nice little place to just eat and sleep and not have to see the boxes and the tools and everything else.
anyway.... here is #2. these are actually the first 30 odd pieces i made, the vertical photo is the latter half. it was darker by then and without even thinking about how mismatched it would look this time i had the brilliant idea of doing it horizontally so when i stood on the bar thing i could just point down and shoot without later rotating the photo. what i realize now is that i'm an idiot because not only are these blurry when viewed as 1:1 viewing, it just isn't right to have one vertical and one horizontal. not to mention the color is OFF, these have so much more character in real life i can't submit as is. i took these mostly for an upcoming art proposal i fantasize about submitting to. ugh. i will have to do this again. it'd be easier if they were all numbered in some cool way and not individually wrapped in layers of tissue paper. i dread doing this again but i will. its what i do.