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well that was weird.
tonight was gallery walk in our little town, on the eve of artWalk weekend, which i have not participated in for two years. last year i did not go to the associated gallery walk even (i don’t think?). but tonight i met traci and her boy downtown and we gallery walked. or. whatever. my poet has been sick for a week and did not feel like being out in the cold night. (oh i missed him)
i was engaged in a new project. one i have thought about, but finally began this week.
i think it was a little awful. i really want to be generous, but i felt quite very incredibly terribly uncomfortable releasing art. fuck. i loved each of those little pieces and almost cried each time i left one, wondering if anyone would want it, or if it would be scooped into a trash. i only scanned 3 of them, because part of the plan was just Letting Go … without attachment. and then i felt quite bad for leaving them in galleries, as if i was trying to show off or something. but no. that’s just where i was tonight. it all seems very awkward. i’m sure i think too much and worry too much. hell. they are just pieces of bad photos, tissue and cut-up text with shiny copper ink stamped on. i know. i will make a picture tomorrow. now it is late and i am headachey and tired. we DRANK! and i came home and had my poet’s soup, but he has gone to sleep and i can’t talk. no wait. i hear coughing! he is still awake! maybe he will listen…and my eyes *are* heavy…
well. anyway. i guess it was all fun. i actually saw three people i knew. and traci and her boy were good fun.
everything in this town has changed so much.
oh never mind. here is one of the little pieces. i forgot that the scans are ready.
the actual size is about 4 x 3 inches. they are sweet.