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11:14:2005 Entry: "Ann : The Strange Irony"

The Strange Irony

So I was complaining in a recent post that I hadn't gotten a corpse to work on lately. Well, Saturday night I received a corpse to start. I completed it Sunday AM and uploaded it. Then, Sunday night I received a corpse to finish. I completed it and uploaded it. Two corpse panels in a day. Must be a record. Weird.

Heh...someone reading this that doesn't know about Exquisite Corpses would think I'm an anatomy student or something. Or maybe a coroner. Or an undertaker.

Saw two adorable Bostons at the Pug get-together on Saturday. Having massive puppy lust lately. I have a few bad pictures from a couple weeks ago at the Pug Halloween party, but because of the events that followed that day (printing press moving, missing cat, tumor cat, etc.) I haven't had the time to put them up. Maybe soon.

Yesterday I played hookey on an art opening where I have a piece. First of all, it's at a gallery in a hospital, which is where Tim went after he had his stroke. I went to the first opening they had there--actually that's the time I won Best of Show--but it was so HOT in the hospital I couldn't stand being there. The following year the exhibit was held during the time Tim was in the hospital. I just haven't been able to go to the openings since then. Also, I'm just getting tired of art in general. I keep interest in my own because of the materials I work in and the manner in which I work is like creating minerals surfaces, yet organic. Maybe I'm just tired of imagery (well, that's been the case for well over 15 years). Or the people. I'm tired of the flakey, defective artist syndrome where they can't keep appointments. They live on a different system than normal, functional people. I don't want to blame Persephone's disappearance entirely on artists, but yeah. I mean, if they had *called* before they came over to get the press (we weren't even expecting them to reappear that night), we would've had time to make sure the cats were safely blocked out from the basement. Instead, we had to rush around to put the dogs away and open up the cellar door for the artists. They just showed up--unannounced. It took over 1.5 years to get the press out of there from the time Stan first contacted the interested party. Unbelievable. I guess it all worked out ok, despite the problems. Persephone didn't stay missing, the press is gone--an era is gone, and now there's a bit more room in the basement for important things like Stan's cactus business.

Stan called Tim at his parent's yesterday, but just an answer phone. No one returned his call. Perhaps Tim's antisocial brother erased the message. It's quite impossible to get through to him now, so we might as well just wait for him to call us. We haven't heard from him for about two months now--last time he called he was wondering if we could get together that night--but we were in Lincoln, NE heading west on our vacation. He asked what would be the best time to call us, and then he never did.

I don't have these dreams much anymore, but for a while I had a reocurring dream that I was in a church. Then I realize I didn't have to be there, and I get up and leave. It starts out as a nightmare, but then you realize that you have control of your own life and you're not a kid anymore being forced to do things you hate or don't believe in, like go to church. But it's symbolic not just for being forced to go to church, but being forced into situations you feel an obligation to, like showing up at an art opening.

The important thing is that I have Stan to go along with me regardless of the decision I make, opening or no opening. Hopefully Thursday we can go to Milwaukee to buy some Sumi brushes--not as art supplies, but for cactus care supplies. The strange irony.

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Strange thing about the corpses. I got one just after finishing one the other day, adn passed on it. It was to perfect- plenty to go on and everything, and I didn't was mess it up. I'm such a wimp.

The first time I heard about EC was here. I was like, what is she talking about? That sounds morbid. Then I saw what it was and thought it was pretty cool.

Sorry that you have to deal with people who use their art to be rude. Seriously, they know better. Yeah a few are so engrossed they can't brush their hair, but the rest? C'mon.

I like that dream you describe, and the feeling it gives, of freedom. As adults I think we can enclose ourselves in a prison and blame others and not realize its of our own making. A dream helped me get out of one once, 5-6 yrs ago. It let me know, subtly, that my fear of driving had nothing to do with driving, but fear of personal freedom. Thank god for subconscience.

And I like how you started with irony about the corpses and wrapped it up with art/cactus brush irony. Good writing.

Posted by Dawn @ 11:14:2005:10:10 AM CST

Should say "didn't want to mess it up" not "was mess it up". I really suck at this typing thing.

Sorry.

Posted by Dawn @ 11:14:2005:10:37 AM CST

Not a problem, Dawn, I knew what you meant.

Glad I could introduce someone to Corpsing!

About the artists I was referring to, I'm sure they didn't mean to be rude at all. They seemed like nice people. It's just that artists--and people heavily involved in the arts who aren't necessarily artists themselves--seem sort of "spacey" so they forget the common courtesies like phoning ahead or notifying people they can't make something in advance. So many times I've been stood up at a show I was to hang or strike when I was supposed to meet someone and they never showed up. Later, they call me to tell me why, rather than calling me *beforehand.* Not out of rudeness, just out of...artistness.

What's weird about those dreams I had is that I hadn't been in a church for *years* and that was only either for a) hanging an exhibit or b) attending my sister-in-law's wedding or c) attending my father-in-law's funeral. That was what was so odd, is that in real life I had the personal freedom to do as I pleased, but the nightmares were still haunting me as if I was a kid and had no say in the matter (other to feign illness...heh) until I realize, hey, I can leave. Maybe that's just lucid dreaming.

Posted by Ann @ 11:14:2005:11:20 AM CST

Definitely post the photos of the pugs on Halloween. I love photos - people, animals, flowers, houses - doesn't matter.

Posted by greenthumb @ 11:14:2005:11:53 AM CST

OK, but they're really BAD pictures! It's so hard to get still shots of moving dogs.

Posted by Ann @ 11:14:2005:12:03 PM CST

Maybe your mind was telling you that its ok that you let go, that its ok to live your life your way, you know? I used to feel guilty for letting go of my faith, till I realized it was my parents faith, not mine. So it can't be lost if I never had it right? Relief was not having to pretend to be someone I couldn't ever be anymore. More power to the people who have it and love it, but its not for everyone.

So, the normal for artists and art people is spaciness, so to be any other way would be not normal? So people in (neurotypical) society should accept this as natural. Ok, I get it. I have an autistic son, so the ideas of what is "normal" is very questionable in this house. lol!

Posted by Dawn @ 11:14:2005:12:07 PM CST

Ann - your pug moves? My parent's just sleeps on the couch all day unless it's meal time. Then he jumps around like he has springs and makes obnoxious noises like he's starving to death. (Which he thinks he is, all the time.)

Posted by greenthumb @ 11:14:2005:12:19 PM CST

"So it can't be lost if I never had it right?"

Right! I feel the same way! I never lost my faith...I never had it to begin with!

The annoying thing is, was that when I was a kid, my mom went right along with my dad forcing me to go to church and sunday school (which was held on saturday in Colorado which made it even more insufferable), but then, years later, my mom decides it's for the birds also, and lets my dad fend for himself on Sunday mornings while she stays home in bed. Gee, thanks, Mom, I could've used the attitude you have now way back when.

Posted by Ann @ 11:14:2005:12:21 PM CST

"Ann - your pug moves?"

LOL!!!!!

I know what you mean though. When they get old, they become home decor accessories, like throw pillows. Which is why it's important to get a Pug to match your interior design colors.

Actually, when you get a bunch of Pugs together and there's enough young ones in the crowd, you get what the people at these pug gatherings have called a "Pugnado" which is a whirlwind of Pugs chasing eachother. This past Saturday, Lucifer Sam was quite the instigator of a bunch of Pugnados.

Posted by Ann @ 11:14:2005:12:27 PM CST

"Gee, thanks, Mom, I could've used the attitude you have now way back when."

Mom's are so much better when they are older! The divorce to St. John may have had something to do with it. Ma is still a very spirtiual person, just less churchy. She even has tatoos that she got in her 50's! Why couldn't she have been cool back when I was cool?

Church on Saturdays! That's worse than Wednesday nights! Ugh.

And pugs sound so cute! Maybe, when Rocksy is older...

Posted by Dawn @ 11:14:2005:05:38 PM CST

It was like a combination of church AND school. On Saturday afternoon. When you want to hang out with friends and do Saturday things. Life doesn't get much worse than that when you're a young adolescent.

Posted by Ann @ 11:14:2005:05:54 PM CST

There needs to be a correction on the press thing and calling. They actually did call before they came over, and I had the phone with me too. Sometimes Shelly (the phone) is kind of spacy and doesn't ring when she's being called. This was one of those times and then a while after the call is made Shelly lets us know that a call was made a while later.

Somehow, about the time Shelly let me know she had a message the people were ariving to pick up the press. There was just no time between getting the message where they said they were coming and their arival at our door.

In this case it's more Shelly's falt than anyone elces. I do however, agree that too many artists are very unreliable about time commitments, and this is often a turn off for me too.

All in all the people getting the press were much more responsible and good communicatiors than 98% of most other artists I've worked with.

Posted by Stan @ 11:14:2005:07:08 PM CST

I did not know this, Stan. Sounds like Shelly the Cellphone was tweaking again.

Posted by Ann @ 11:14:2005:07:12 PM CST

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