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January 13, 2007
The Calm Before the Opening
It's 2:00am, early by recent standards. We have gone to bed around 4:00 most of this week. Robbi worked on the wall painting until 8:00am Wednesday night/Thursday morning. It has been nutty. I had no idea that this much work went into putting together a gallery show.
We must rise early tomorrow to put on nice clothes and go be artists, so I'll have to keep this brief, but I wanted to recap a few of the more memorable moments of the past few days.
Robbi continued painting.
Man Joe appeared. He is the star of the wall painting and of volume four. His appearance from the primordial bogs is the focus of the work. It was gratifying to see him, finally. His hapless, bewildered expression was at once pleasing and dismaying.
Bob and Seiko stopped by to check in on the progress. They seemed both pleased and dismayed.
Trusty, rugged, reliable intern Kate painted in the various fleshy parts of the mural. There are quite a few. Robbi was extremely grateful. While Kate painted the fleshy parts Robbi slept and ate ice cream.
I showed up in an outfit that caused consternation.
Robbi and Kate asked me to go home and change.
I refused out of principle but eventually got bored and went home.
Robbi kept painting.
And painting.
And painting.
Until she was done.
At which point she danced.
And danced.
And danced.
I was so pleased that I jumped for joy.
And jumped for joy.
And jumped for joy.
And jumped for joy.
And double-kicked for joy.
Just after this picture was taken I had a moment of profound reflection, wondering if I had missed my calling as a professional ninja.
In other news, we ran out of cat food and got more.
Which was agreeable to the cats.
Kate and I toiled on the limited edition fancy books with mulberry bark endpapers.
Kate did lots of work that we didn't want to do like cutting, trimming, stapling, binding, scoring, stacking, sewing...
...and pounding.
We finished the book version of volume 4.
Robbi taught Iggy some karate.
And then put the finishing touches on the installation.
All that dancing and jumping before was, in retrospect, a bit premature.
Tonight we bound our final stack of books, practiced the gallery talk we are to deliver tomorrow, and washed our nice clothes (tomorrow we get out the iron).
Iggy is curled in her tiny donut bed. Kate, abused and disrespected, is asleep in the other room, and Robbi, true to her promise, is cleaning the toilet for our guests.
Stay tuned for a full report on our entree into the art world. Too tired for a culminating joke. How about a picture of my brother's dog Jake instead?
Posted by bogenamp at January 13, 2007 02:05 AM