Really big shew

Monday came and went and I was in a drugged-up daze, but it was pretty good from what I remember. I hung the show throughout the day on Monday, starting around 2 pm and finishing around 5 or so.

A friend of mine ended up helping me out but I was not very organized and couldn't utilize him very well so it was weird and he left relatively quickly. The very helpful staff at Cocktail were, um, very helpful, though and made things easier, especially since I forgot my hammer - duh!

I like writing "duh!" It's very high school journal of me. Think of it ever on as in my vocabulary, like it or not.

So, after I set up I went back home with the vague intention of changing and when I got there I sorta vascillated about it but I ended up changing and people complemented me on my outfit so I think I made the right decision.

At the show there were some very nice, heartfelt responses and it was cool to hear different people say different pieces were their favorites because that means that everything had some value and nothing sucked too much. Except for the White Squid in Sea of Pink Feathers, which I have to admit didn't come out as well as I'd've liked. Perhaps the feathers weren't pink enough? They were kind of really pale. Oh well. As my friend Marco sometimes says, "they can't all be gems."

So I learned some stuff about my art that I already knew but hadn't collected into coherent thought and also learned some stuff that I probably never knew and it is going to help me in the future of my art, so that is good.

I recently almost finished the book Hairstyles of the Damned by Joe Meno and it is very good and his voice, which is a little like how I'm writing now, is stuck in my head, so I apologize for any idiosynchratic literary nature you may be experiencing as a result of this.

I only "almost" finished it because there're like a couple pages left and I was reading it at work and then it got busy, so I didn't not finish it because I didn't want to, but rather because my ability to was impeded against my will. I will probably finish it tomorrow and then maybe start a new book. Perhaps by Barbara Gowdy, a canadienne writer.

Work myself sick; working feverishly

So, over the last couple weeks I've been getting ready for this art opening at Cocktail, tomorrow. Last week I developed a cold, but thought nothing of it. Just some sniffles and a little cough. Well, Friday my illness upgraded from cold to flu and I developed a fever. It was the full-on kind of fever with deep chills and the kind of ache where somehow my eyeballs hurt just from closing my lids. It was odd how it was 7:00 and I felt fine and planned on going to a party later and then suddenly it was 10:00 and I was calling in my regrets and hurrying off to bed.

Anyway, here I am, the night before the show and I'm still pretty under the weather and I've got all my pieces finished and my little price/title placards printed up and just hoping beyond hope that I'll wake up tomorrow morning feeling refreshed.