Many preparations afoot for the upcoming opening of Elsewhere on January 9 2015.
What it all amounts to is what happens ‘the rest of the time’ in the work of working on my practice.
And for the last several days, that has looked like:
400 square feet of ethafoam
two large rolls of bubble wrap
half a roll of cling wrapping
three and a half rolls of packing tape
20 feet of 12″ diameter concrete forms
48 square feet of foamcore
a large roll of heavy weight plastic sheet
cardboard … lots of corrugated cardboard
several large tubs
**Extra-special thanks to amazing artist Sara McKarney for her mad preparator-skills and help with some of the packing!
… and once all of that was done, it looked like this:
AND special thanks to John Waldron for the assistance with packing the truck and getting all of this, and me, to the gallery to unload!
So. That bit is done: work is packed and delivered to the gallery, and installation of the exhibition will begin January 5th. (ah, the glamourous life!)
In a bit of serendipity, this evening I came across a pertinent bit of writing concerning the whole subject of the artist’s life and practice. It’s a speech by artist Teresita Fernandez, and it hits so many salient points. Read excerpts (and hear it too) at the lovely Brain Pickings, here.
But first – before I get back to considering all of the relative successes and potential failures in this and other work to come, I can actually take a little bit of time and catch my breath, and reacquaint myself with the world outside my studio walls (like my kitchen … oh, ya … and the laundry).