September 14th, 2006
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Inching, crawling, turning over
Last night I finished preparing my postcard shots for sale at Geisai. This morning I handed them off to Kinko’s to print and cut, in the end I’ll have about two hundred with me for sale. Initially I was thinking three hundred, but after seeing the color quality of the laser jet printer, I revised my estimates. The sad irony of my preparations is centered around this key principle of media transmission. The quality of printing from film clearly manifests the errors in preparing my shots, whereas the lack of quality in consumer printing to paper obscures the true beauty of my digital camera images. In the end, I feel lacking on both sides of the medium, and I’ll have to rethink the entire process with which I approach photography and publishing. At least now I know firsthand that there is a process.
All these late night art sessions after twelve-hour workdays are starting to wear me down. I know I said I’d stop watching TNG this week, but to “blow off [just] a little steam” (as Barclay says), I’ve been giving myself those forty-two minutes.
However, now that I’ve finished photography, the only major things left are translating my poetry, arranging it nicely, and editing my music. I think this will end up with an all nighter Friday, leaving the zombified me to trivial shopping and assembling tasks on Saturday, then I may fall dead asleep for a good six hours before the show. If the good Lord smiles on me, it won’t rain on Sunday.
Shambling, shuffling, now is the time when it all comes together…
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