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this morning, i am playing with my cameras and the images from new films of yesterday in order to avoid both the artTable and the “garden” (which i still haven’t finished digging). i am still in my nightie and the bed is not made. it is sunny today. i have dusted off my Holga and put a step-up ring on her to hold a bundle of closeup filters and given her a snap-on cap. there is black photo tape holding her together. she hasn’t been out in a couple of years and is very excited. i don’t know where we will go yet.
and i want to take the new yellow plastic camera that traci gave me out again. oh oh! i like Sunny so much that i might not even put nailpolish in her eye. and the cheap film was excellent. i put some samples on flickr. also some black/white film from the Olympus XA2 and some film from the Valiant, who went to the prairie with me a couple of weeks ago. i think i am having an idea for a project, but don’t want to think or talk about it, because it seems i don’t carry things through. last night i sat at the artTable while my poet watched a tedious film of MacBeth and tore and cut up tons of started things and put them in the trash. then i poured the bottle of crackle medium that i never could make work into it, so i would be sure not to get that stuff back out. it felt both good and sad. we went to the art center yesterday and saw the preview for the auction. most of the stuff was not interesting to me, but i felt like a shit, what could i say. at least they put their stuff out in the world. i am feeling pretty unhappy about my work or lack thereof lately. sure there are some images. thousands of them. all sitting on a chip in my computer. whoopee. last night my poet asked if i were depressed. i don’t think so, not officially anyway, but i do feel quite melancholy lately. ick.
maybe i will eat ice cream for breakfast.