Ok, so here it is: I now have three shows up: new work in London, retrospective at the Tang in Saratoga Springs, and collaboarative video installations in San Francisco. So i think i can say that the harvest season is over. Next official deadline: new two channel video piece for group show in Jan. This harks back to what things were like for me twelve years ago, except then I didn’t have the added workload of running a graduate program. I wish I knew some other way to work, to be honest. This week I was frantically getting the videos for SF made into DVDs and fedexed so that they would arrive on time, Meanwhile there was a huge opening in Saratoga, attended by my Mother and Sister as well as a number of friends. After the dinner, I djed a dance party for the Skidmore students, an interesting effort since the record collection I was using started in the early sixties and ended around ’91. Luckily they all came ready to dance, so the only real problem was that their hopping up and down made the turntables skip on occasion.
I think this post should be firmly filed under count your blessings. Although each of these projects brought up wildly varied emotions, moment to moment , each was an oppurtunity I am grateful for:a chance most people in my field don’t have. I wish that I could proceed through them with grace, rather than by causing drama for the other people who work with me. Drama through shutting down and being uncommunicative. Drama through waiting til the last minute. Yes, everything got to where it needed to be at the right time but it still is at the expense of frayed nerves, for people that I know and care about. SO here’s a public apology to everyone who deserves one.

(side note to the shrink: just noticing that I can’t talk about good news without talking about how badly I’ve behaved – that must get a bit tedious for you, eh?)

So it’s a week later, and I’m back from London. Washed ashore back in NYC. The jet lag is not quite cleared up. It’s 10pm now and in London it’s 3 am, much later than I stayed up any night I was there. So I’m woozy, and while I want to write about it all, I doubt that I can. The high points? All of the work coming together. Seeing drawings I hadn’t seen in two years or so. Feeling very very supported. A London fling. Finding (being taken to) Fox’s tobacco with it’s back room museum,that had a cigar in the shape of a pipe. There’s more, much but now? I don’t know. Note – first day without alchohol for a week.

Ok everything seems to be happening. Hard to focus. I am a meticulous packer, but the way I do it is to wander around, do a little then do a little more and so on. Doesn’t inspire confidence, not even in myself. Anaconda is on.One of the questions is do I pack to leave enough room to pick things up while I’m there? I mean I always do… ugh, this is useless!