Artomatic opens and all is madness. Several people have remarked recently that organizing Artomatic is sorta like childbirth. We immediately develop a bit of amnesia about the pain of this final week before opening – it’s the only way we can do it all over again the following year.
I do like artists. I swear, but the rule-breakers are out in force and I’m continually disappointed by the utter lack of excuse-generating creativity from these otherwise creative people.
I’m not out trolling for scofflaws, I’m trying to get my work done. But when I see them doing something egregious, I have to bust them because I’m a Grown-Up. The other day, 3 different artists tried to use a variation on the excuse, “Rebecca and/or Tracy told me I could.” I must admit I like this one, although it gets harder and harder to keep a straight face as I reply, “And when did I tell you this, exactly?”
It would be fun to watch them squirm if I wasn’t so fucking tired. Rebecca and Tracy aren’t co-chairing the Steering Committee this year, kids. Furthermore, I’m excruciatingly careful not to grant anyone any favors that step on the toes of the current Steering Committee. Yes, you’ve been seeing me around the site a lot more than I intended to lately as I help out the site committee, but that’s Artomatic, isn’t it? Whoever can manage the site at any given moment gets to be the manager. Go team, etc etc ad infinitum.
My installation isn’t going to be finished in time, but while I was typing this post I figured out a whole new direction to take it in. A direction that’s not only going to be fun (I hope), but is easily completed. Yeah, me!
Evil Agent and Michele B are on the way over so I must, um, do something. I can’t remember what, but I’m sure I’m supposed to be doing something. Bathrooms are clean. Laundry is put away.
Oh, right. Open a bottle of wine. I think we’re going to double-check this whole assertion that alcohol isn’t the answer to one’s problems.
I got nothing else right now. Here, have a lolcat:
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