Friday, August 7, 2009

Borsa is made, wedding sweets are bagged...

in their cunning little bags, flower girl bags are made, ring pillow is made, artist's book is made and reproduced.

Hell, yeah! This anti(dote)wedding exhibition and performance is going to have every lovely detail I wanted for the wedding. No way I'm going to disappoint my family and friends, who would have enjoyed all these little details. And I'm going to have the party I dreamed of, even without the groom. There's still so much for me to celebrate: the completion of the original book and the epilogue drawings, the fact that so many people love and care about me and are happy I'm still all theirs. It's been good for me to reflect on the events of the last year and realize how very grateful I am for everything, even the dismal ending of the affair. Steep emotional learning curve for me, but unbelievable artistic energy along with it.

I'm cleaning house tonight so that I can mount the show tomorrow and Sunday. But everything's ready to go: labels, etc. It really hasn't been that hard to do it all myself, since I started a couple of weeks ago. Now we all just have to practice our performances...

Especially me, since I'm singing. :)

Thursday, August 6, 2009

I am outraged! Deneuve booed in Italy. What were they thinking?

Deneuve booed in Italy for no Italian subtitles to accompany her French reading at a festival! My poor darling! I rush to your defense! We all know your Italian is flawless, anyway! This is inexcusably brutish behavior on the part of the crowd, and the organizers of the event were idiots. And you suffer from stage fright, anyway. Please, don't be traumatized!

I am so sad!

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Sketch for the doll

...I started working on tonight, last piece for my upcoming show.

It's going to be kind of an engineering nightmare, but the head(s) is(are) done and drying overnight.

Monday, August 3, 2009

A seemingly random list of movies, and a space:

Some Came Running, Minnelli, 1958.
This Property is Condemned, Pollack, 1966.
The Fugitive Kind, Lumet, 1959.

Splendor in the Grass, Kazan, 1961.

You win if you can write the essay before I get around to it.

My Days of Heaven.

If we humans are lucky, during the course of our lifetimes, we'll have a few perfect days. These are mine: sheer Paradise on earth. And, perhaps, I have enjoyed more than my fair share of them. There were even more perfect days, but no camera to record them.

Car broke down at Sun Harvest.

Bad :(
Nice woman parked next to me gave me a jump and it started up. Good :)
Drove it to Firestone and left it for the night. Bad :(
Ali came and picked me up and took me home. Good :)
Boss gave a vacation day while I wait to hear from mechanic so grown-up child doesn't have to take off work and lose income. Good :)
Took dog for hour-long walk in the coolness of the early morning, since I didn't have to go in to work. Good :)
Waiting to hear from garage. Bad :(
Tore down paper for next drawing series. Good :)
Danced barefoot to gypsy music in living room. Good :) Very, very good :)
Eating oatmeal with boiled raisins now. Good :)

Then will draw or scan until I hear about car status. Unexpected bounty: a day off that I wasn't expecting, in this wretched, hellish Texas August heat.

Sunday, August 2, 2009

Scanning. And making things for my show in two weeks.

It's been a productive weekend, moving around from task to task. I put a lot of travel photos up on my flickr, now that I've got a scanner working again. But probably I won't feel as if I had a weekend because all I did was projects. That is, I didn't go out and have any "fun."