going around and coming around

Great news—my girl Kelly found a job, my girl Zoe has been chosen to represent in the Whitney Biennial, I started making photographs in earnest again, and I get to work only 4 miles from my house—no more driving (though I will miss the compellingly terrible Andrea Lewis and the sublimely crazy Dennis Bernstein)! They have gotten me through the commuting these past months, but hey, at least both shows now have Podcasts (and I have an iPod that I'm going to learn to download to one day).

2005 has sucked for more of us than George Clooney, but there have been glimmers.

Oh, and little Luc is home recovering nicely from his surgery.

you know your job is, um, slow when...

...getting a cup of tea constitutes something exciting to do. Walk to the kitchen, select the bag, place in glass, pour hot water, walk back, sip...

positive energy

My dear friends' infant son is having open heart surgery tomorrow, and they sent this plea out to their friends, and I figured it couldn't hurt to ask a few more folks:

Tomorrow (8 a.m. - 2 p.m. PST)...Whatever it is that you do that feeds your spirit—meditate, chant,pray, run, ride, walk, work, climb, cook, garden, sing, laugh, love, etc.—will you do a little of it for Luc tomorrow? After all, a little more positive energy in the universe can't be bad.

this is when i love art (and this is when I don't)

Check out Bill Fisher and Richard Lou's "Missing Stereotypes" project about runaway race-baiter Jennifer Wilbanks @ http://billfisher.dreamhost.com/nohate.html. It's smart work that was censored courtesy of friends of the Wilbanks family. A comment on their site excerpted from a letter to the Gainseville Times:

I guess racism, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder.

Wow. Yeah, sure, racism is just like beauty—it's revered in this culture, and it's everywhere.

I've been having a related discussion with a couple of black students this semester whose fellow students refuse to discuss race in the context of their work. If there aren't "signs" of blackness, then they have no context for talking about race as it relates to their imagery or, my favorite, they tell them this discussion happened in the '90s—over and done with—move on (never mind these women were children then but, hey, they need to stop experiencing the world as black women!).

In other words, talk about nothing in your work (so popular these days) but don't talk about the R-word. No gallery will want you.