January 27, 2025
It's almost over
The long awaiting gallery show is on its way up.

A lot of people know that T. is my hero and that I believe he is a genius when it comes to hanging a show.  This one has been entirely different in its process and it has been a huge learning curve for me, not only technically, but how to work well with others.  When I build a project with a team I'm really good at giving people a free rein and ownership of the project.  Recently, I've wanted more control, not because I've stopped believing in others' skills, but that I'm having a difficult time producing and need to keep tighter control, just to keep on top of it.  It's so strange for me to feel, what I believe to be my greatest strengths, are fading, I need to adapt, soon.  This project has taken over my life.  It is soon to be.  

        Happy Birthday Birthday, Karen!!!!!



This is a couple years old, but believe me, Eliza has changed far more than Karen has.  Soon baby brother will arrive.  It's a very exciting birthday.   


I printed 170 photos last night.  Skyler cropped almost that many today.  We have more for tomorrow.  Skyler also created the timeline which covers 5 years of programming and 45 feet of a wall.  
If you are a local, come to the party this weekend.  It really should be fun.  The gallery reception is Friday evening, doors open at 5,  band starts playing at 6.   I haven't decided what the food table will look like, but I am trying to keep it simple.  Nothing about this has been simple though.


I think I have one more day of my life over run, but with any luck I'll take some pictures tomorrow and on Wed. and Thurs I will pay attention to beauty.  Not that this project doesn't include beauty, it does, but it's the pressure that I'm not standing up to very well.  It's funny because I really do like making things with people, but my nervous system is old.

Anyway, enough complaining.  I'm glad to be doing it, I just want to do it alongside of other things.  Soon.   





 

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