Saturday, June 27, 2009

Stage fright. Jangly.

Can't decide if I'm over-rehearsed or under-rehearsed.

I guess no matter how long I live or how much I perform I will always get nervous beforehand.

If I can just keep it together until about 11 p.m., I'm home free and can just enjoy the film and everyone else's performances. Gonna eat something now and chill out until my call at 7.

Finally finished the drawing

Position One: Dangerose, Felix's Martyr/Felix Christian Martyr

Position Two: Dangerose Ascending (Venice)/Felix Christian Martyr

...I've been working on this week, interrupted by the trip to my mother's house and practicing for tomorrow's performance. It's a diptych with two positions. More from the Epilogue of Les Très Riches Heures.

Now, to bed with me because I have a million things to do before my call at 7 tomorrow evening and need to get up early.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Home from my mother's...

frantically practicing now for tomorrow night's performance. My house is a pit. I got a hundred of the dolls I've made back from a friend who'd had them to document for me and they are now added to the chaos in a huge plastic hopper I can't even get upstairs. There are about a dozen new drawings littering up the space, plus the sketches for three others and another huge one that's three-quarters done. I haven't done dishes in a week, and all my stuff from my trip and every pair of shoes I've worn to work for two weeks is in the mix. Plus the pencil sharpener opened up, spilling shavings all over the chair I sit in to draw.

It looks like an art supply store and clothing boutique exploded in here.

But there's always Sunday, right?

A performance matters more than a tidy space when one is an artist and lives alone. Still, I can't find anything and I'm driving myself crazy. Plus it's 104 degrees and I can't take Buster for long walks. Perhaps my normal routine will be restored next week?

Monday, June 22, 2009

Somnambulit: An Archive of Writings

Bob's death has really made me realize I have to get my archive act together in the coming months. Linda Montano and I talked about this on the telephone today, since she's having exactly the same impulse. In Linda's and my cases we need to worry about not only visual/video/ephemeral work but writing, too.

So, little by little, I've decided I will put up my writing archive on blogger so that it's stored on the web as a portfolio.

If you're interested, check out

So far, all I have up is four stories from Snapshots from the Landlocked Land, 1995. But as I have time I'll put up more. Most of these old pieces only exist on paper or on floppy disks. Yikes! Just as most of my performance documentation exists only on VHS :(

Sunday, June 21, 2009

Music video is wrapped and in the can!

Photos on Cindy's facebook page:

It was hot as hell at the Cathedral of Junk, but we got it on the first take and did it again three times in other set ups. Playback looked fantastic. Yay! One down, then Saturday night's solo performance to go! Much fun! Can't wait to see the edited version, but the dancers were awesome and I really enjoyed playing with Terri Lords, the excellent drummer. We had a little drum, accordion and melodica Balkan jam during one of the breaks. That's me in the costume I was wearing, standing on top of my car afterward.

To the bathtub and to bed with me now! Work tomorrow. Argh.

Diptych: Girl and Boy

It's like a presentiment, like I'm running from the devil. They just keep coming and I have to get them out, and NOW.

Ink, watercolor, Prismacolor on Arches, each 8 x 10"