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I know where you hide
Alone in your car
Know all of the things that make you who you are
I know that goodbye means nothing at all
Comes back and begs me to catch her every time she falls

It's been too long since I've had a moment for this blog. I miss it like I miss sleep right now - distantly and out of mind, but present like an ache nonetheless. There's way too much to write about, so I'm going to need chapter headings.

Show Week

The week of the show went slowly for me, which was not what I expected. I spent a whole lot of my time sitting in the gallery and watching - time I likely should have spent doing homework, except that it was my show, and it was amazing to watch the interactions and imagine the next project. There were many, many comments from people, personal conversations, amazing moments with friends. I sat on the floor with Leah and Eric talking about gender issues, and then later with my friend Kori, whispering after she read all of my secrets. I watched friends while they read about me, it was surreal and interesting and somewhat intoxicating. I met a 73-year-old lady who came to talk to me when she saw me there and identified me as an artist. She and I had a fantastic conversation about God and about relationships after being in abusive situations. Lots of really memorable conversations. My digital imagery prof and I had a conversation about trying to aim shows so they'd be understood, too.

Show Reception

Friday during the day I did a couple more tours of my show. Friday my parents graciously promised to bring a good deal of the food for the reception, and proceeded to do just that. They also bought be a lovely little dish of cinnamon hearts. I went for supper with Garrett and Jadon at Fudds so I'd have had some food and then picked up Amy and Derek, who helped set up.

The reception had a HUGE turnout. I'm guessing something like 300 people, probably more, in the come and go. (They cleaned off the food table like vultures.) For the most part, I hung around in my separate little room and greeted my guests. Crystal made me a cake - a lock and key cake that I was totally thrilled with - and my whole Care Group showed up. I cut the cake diagonally. Crystal said only an artist would do that... I would hedge more an eccentric than merely an artist, but I'm a bit of both.

Pictures to follow, by the way. Of cake and sculpture and whatnot. Later this week, likely.

A couple that I've befriended at Ballroom came and they were really thrilled by it, both my summer bosses made it out as well - my boss from the Lung Association came with his wife and they were amazed and really enjoyed the show. They asked me to keep them on the mailing list if I have another show in the city. My old music teacher showed up. Friends and classmates came in droves! Art world folks and standard issue folks both had positive things to say. And then there was the strangers. My piece was surrounded all night with 5-10 people experiencing it. The best part was the little kids playing with the keys. I had a 1.5 year old sign my book! Mark came and learned how to ricochet the keys off the ceiling, which was cool.

It was a really great experience. A whirlwind of action. It was so amazing to watch the interaction, to hear people respond. A man told me he usually hates conceptual art, but he thought my piece was exceptional. I told him it was always good news to hear a positive response from a critical eye. Right at the end of the show a few people came by and one of them ran his hand through the keys and made them into wind chimes, like people had been doing all week. The sound was best in a silent gallery. I don't think I took any video of it, unfortunately, but you can imagine the sound of metal tinkling in rich tones.

In the end I just stood amazed. I headed over to the bar briefly with my cohorts, which was a bit of a letdown - loud and not very friendly - and then went home after walking down the river walkway for a few minutes in absolute silence...

The next morning my parents and I went over to experience the show as a family and then they helped me take it down. I called Drew up and got him to help me carry the stuff down the stairs after my Aunt and I wrapped everything up securely. Then my parents and I unloaded it at home and went out for lunch. At 3pm. I was exhausted. I barely got home and had to leave for photos for the Roman show - which didn't really happen - and then went for the dance.

Ballroom Dance

The dance, as I mentioned in my last post, kind of sucked for me. I had about 5 or 6 really fantastic, earthshatteringly good dances, and about ten more dances in total. It was disappointing, a lot of the guys I really love to dance with were either absent or mobbed with girls asking them to dance, and adding this to my surreal and ethereal disappointed mood was a generally bad combination. I was so tired. On the other hand, my friend Kim got engaged, and we had this really awesome moment meeting in the washroom when she was vibrating with excitement and hugged me repeatedly and said she was glad I'd been there. So that was really cool. I also got to talk to some friends, which was lovely, and dance with some friends as well, which I do appreciate. I think it was just a mediocre dance and my mood and exhaustion made it much worse. The first dance I danced my arm cramped up and hurt really bad, and it just went along the same lines from there.

Roman Show and Cast Party

I was back for the actual experience of the Roman Show on Sunday night. We tried the pre-show photos with a Roman Legionary again and it didn't fly. Then I took photos from the balcony. They turned out really well despite the distance and the absence of flash. I felt really bad because my shutter sounds were loud and there is no way of making it quieter. I got shushed once and I was peeved - I got told off for my flash earlier in the week and I was a little sour about it, but that's really just due to my overall bad mood. The action ones still turned out. I was in photographer mode for almost the whole thing, so there were only a few moments I actually experienced. After the show I stayed for a few minutes to watch the takedown and get a few pics of people on the giant elephant, then went home and sorted and burned all the photos to DVDs for Brennan. He'll probably co-ordinate having people get photo discs from me over the next couple of weeks. They watched the photos at the cast party with the music playing in the background. It was seriously one of the best hours of my life, just watching everyone's reactions and commentary and how much they appreciated the photos. After the photos I came and joined the party by the fireplace and we had a discussion on minority issues - feminism and racism - that lasted several hours. We then went downstairs and the party wound down to a final conversation regarding oil change etiquette for Toyotas and Hyundais, the Autobahn, and other car related things. And insults, Your Mom jokes, and repeated occurences of What She Said. Eventually I got up to leave and realized my brain was really foggy. So I grabbed a pillow from the window seat of Brennan's amazingly awesome house and went to sleep on the couch. I woke up to his Dad about to go for a morning walk, but he apologized to me for the cold and fetched me some blankets, so I got a couple more hours of sleep after that. When I finally awoke, there were fresh tulips on the table (which I took a cell phone photo of to symbolize spring) and their housekeeper was working on the kitchen. She seemed to want conversation, so I talked to her. Paul, who had also been couchsurfing in a nearby room, got up then, and we ended up going for breakfast and having a lovely theological conversation.


It's sunny. It's melting. The sky is brilliant blue. There are perfect stomping puddles. Some of them have a thin layer of ice with bubbles trapped beneath it that makes sweet cracking noises. My photo class stepped it up a notch and most of the presentations were excellent. I'm printing my favourite Urban Sunset piece - the one I took in front of my house - very large to go in the photo show next week. I am glad to be blogging again.

I really need to get gas before I get to empty in earnest. My backseat and my room are disasters again and I can't wait to clean them up. I am hoping for a spectacular sunset tonight to photograph the urban sunset a few more times this week.


My essay is still not done. I am hoping that when I go home tonight it will finally gel and I'll have it written for tomorrow. I don't think it will be too terrible if I have a quick nap first.

The Final Few Weeks

And last but not least, there's not much left. One assignment in printmaking, for which I will attempt a pastiche of a Caravaggio. I'm tackling a big directorial project in photography that I tried and failed once - three directorial and crazy colorful setups that I am very excited to try. I have an in-class essay a week from tomorrow that I have to prep for, and a final in late April. So I have to read or re-read dozens of Victorian novels, which I have no problem doing at all, in fact I'm very excited. Among them I hope to insert Anna Karenina because I've had way too many people recommend it in recent months to ignore. If the book is as good as the first few pages would suggest, I'll be very pleased.

Easter is coming. It's my favourite holiday, and I'm so greeting it. I have a wedding shoot coming up. And wisdom tooth removal. Which I am heartily NOT looking forward to.

And there, folks, is the life recap you were waiting for. Back to normal now. Whatever normal means.

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Wow, longest entry ever batman! :D What a great snapshot of an amazing week. I'm so glad your show and reception went well! It sounds like it must have been huge and amazing! I'm so happy for you. :D