11 October 09 blog
Greetings, compadres. I hope you really dig my blog this week. I will be writing about a few short subjects then commenting on Art and Fear. I have been thinking about Jack Kerouac a lot this month as I have been on many road trips moving art and supplies up to Wisconsin. Please excuse the continuous manuscript form. First of all, my performance this coming Friday: everything is going well. I still need three more participants for game pieces. You just have to be able to lay on the floor for half an hour. The props and objects are progressing nicely. The biggest part will be laying the grid and waxing the floor the day of the performance. In other news, Dale, Trina and myself have been busy on our piece in the Seventh Floor Gallery. We hit some hard technical problems Friday when we were setting up. We all showed up with our equipment rented from the Merit and one DVD player was broken and both projectors had a different lens than what we tested with. After mounting the projectors, we turned them on and had images the size of a 19 inch television. One batch of plaster paintings did not fully cure and began falling. But, that is no hill for climbers. (I will get to that comment later when I talk about Art and Fear). We dug into the situation and figured out what we needed to do. This weekend we are securing more equipment and will have it installed and running this week. Everyone will have to make a trip to humanities and check it out.
I took a picture of Georgie’s doghouse while we swung through my old hometown of Blue Mound, Illinois. My mother painted it all white. We will revisit it in the spring to decide if we should change it. We are looking for some tin for a red metal roof possibly. We will see. We are cruising down route 55 now. I have been considering how to teach in the style of Art and Fear. The tone is, at least in the beginning, positive. It tells how one determines their own destiny with how they behave. It reminds me of my best employer ever. I had just sold my sign shop and started going to school on the G.I. Bill and got hired at a beverage company. (mostly beer). The environment there was amazing. The office workers trained each other, proofread each others work. We only had thirty employees and the management did a great job of creating simple workable systems to keep everything running smoothly. My first week, I got called in the office to order my business cards. My boss asked me what I wanted on them. My actual job title was Graphic Artist. I requested Creative Consultant. He told me fine. He said that what ever my card said, I had to live up to it. Within a few months, I had expanded the printing program, began selling projects to offset the costs of the print department. They told me we had saved enough to hire another artist. By the end of my first year, I was meeting with customers and selling them advertising packages, planning out special events and doing everything I had set out to do. Now, this was not due to me. It was the environment and system that the owners family had created a hundred years prior that made people successful there. When I would get in a mess and seek out the owner for assistance, He would tell me that “it was no hill for a climber.” “we work with a talented group of people and you have the ability and support to solve whatever difficulty you face.” Now, the difference in Art and Fear is that this type of positive working attitude was only present in the first half. It could be that since it took five years to finish the book that the vibe did not remain consistent. As I said in class, I recommend that those who are going to read it, begin with part two allowing you a more positive ending. Switching gears, we are now on route 51 heading back to Madison. I have been on the phone with Dale and Trina who are working on our installation tonight in the gallery. Hold on, I just got a text…They are working hard. We have driven nine-hundred miles in the last two days. We have our trailer loaded with tons of art stuff. One of my favorite finds was some old ammunition cans that I had stored. While loading stuff out of my old work space, I also found a box of winter clothes and my jackets. Hoodies will only keep a person so warm in Wisconsin. I am ready for snow. I purposely looked for grad schools in the snow belt. I enjoy the seasons. One of the reasons we planned our trip this weekend was to visit my oldest daughter to take homecoming pictures. It was her first homecoming and she was pretty excited. I took her a nice bouquet of lilies when I met her party at dinner. She came over and helped us sort and load studio supplies Sunday afternoon. My daughter was pleasantly surprised when she discovered a box of Japanese prints, fabrics and fans that she had misplaced a couple of years ago. It was like Christmas for everyone. I was pawning off everything I could to her and her mother to reduce the amount of stuff that I needed to move. The remaining inventory in my garage is as follows: GE washer and dryer that my sister-in-law is storing, a vintage set of steel kitchen cabinets that is going on Craigslist, all of our camping supplies, a six-foot wooden paper airplane, a ten-foot aluminum paper airplane, a monstrous wooden cabinet containing a lot of my plaster molds and all of my scrap wood. I also have a red conical fireplace from the swinging sixties if anyone is interested. Moving in state is much easier than relocating out of state. I constantly struggle with what I should keep and what I should discard. That is why I like to give stuff away. Junk holds you back and slows you down. Other times, when you get rid of stuff, you end up needing it a month later. I am concerned what my classmates opinions are on this. Chat later! SANDY