6:11-6:30 am Wednesday

I am thinking about the figures more as a film director, filled with hubris, a large able crew willing to swing from a limb to get the shot... The thing I am getting is that I take for granted when I am developing these pieces is that though I work on one area at a time, that somehow when they are complete, the viewer will be able to swing around them as if directed by Wenders to enter the space in a slow sweeping loop that draws them in around and up...
Since this is not possible, I am frustrated by the static eye of still photography, I cannot find the Kertesz oment that reveals the mystery...

Of course, I am exhausted...Not sleeping well. Left my flash drive in the lab. Bad thing to do.
Today I must finish grading the studio classes, retrieve my flash, go to a retirement party for Marilyn, shoot the torsos for a proposal due tomorrow, and then do a final layout for the book cover, which they now want right away (I am holding everything up, even though the design work was completed in February) and pack for Boston, buy new tires or rent a car for the weekend?

I am headed up to Boston, hopefully to spend a relaxed weekend with my sons, meet with Dylan and Ronni and maybe show the torsos to Pam from Clark Gallery in Lincoln.

I wait until everything is at a critical mass to try to achieve something that might better be done at another, more relaxed time, but this is the week I have to set something in motion to carry the work through next fall as far as gallery support. Everyone disappears in July-August.

I will be teaching the Painting section that begins June 4 and possibly the 101 at Andrews. I should be glad as it is the most money I ever make but the schedule is a bear and will require better ADD meds. I missed my last shrinker appointment, but that will just prove the meds are not working very well and need to be adjusted. Reading over my treatment record from 2001-4, I see how much time has passed out of my remembering, knowing.. caring(?)