This is how I feel after this week’s news.
A busy weekend ahead – binding, framing, spray painting, quilting. It’s gotten to the point where I cannot wait to clean up!
The raised right hand. Proof of identity. Presentation of the letter of appointment.
After swearing the oaths, I signed the big ledger book. All wrong. Oh dear. The beautiful thick pages with tri-color lines marred by my inability to follow directions. I was halfway done, when I noticed the pen tied to the counter, clearly meant to service the signees. Appalled, I asked, “Is this supposed to be in black ink?” Oops. And then I scribed today’s date in the box meant for the commission’s start date. Scribble. Scribble. “I’m so sorry,” I said to the nice man behind the counter (a counter, which, by the way came up to my collar bones and might’ve had something to do with an impaired performance) (nice try, Dee). “Your beautiful pages. Your lovely book. I’m so sorry.” I got the sense that the clerk didn’t give a shit about the book but appreciated my forlorn apology.
K drove me in and out. What a guy! I had three months to get this done and left it to very nearly to the last minute.
First, a thread rendering of Bob Hewitt with a quote from paper (and one artistic modification). I have ranted about him before. This’d make a great “Oh Really?!!” segment on SNL. I can just hear Seth Meyers’ voice: “Oh Really, Bob, YOU want to forget the whole thing?!!! You screw underage girls, scarring them for life, and YOU want to forget about it?!! Really?!!!” (The Boston Globe, May 21, 2012).
Second, some shots from Newton Open Studios. One of the positive aspects of doing a show that isn’t hugely busy (and this was far from hugely busy) is that I can sew… for hours. And, I did.
Lastly, two self-portraits. This one, taken moments ago, makes me wonder, “When did I turn into my mother?!!”
And this one, taken accidentally, in some ways is a better portrait (surprise, surprise).