Folk Art

Stayed in town because of projected snow (there was none) and today was on tap to be a big push, doubly important with D being on the half-time schedule. Unwrapped the folk art show. It's always interesting to unwrap a show. Surprisingly, of the seventy or eighty pieces, all but eleven are two-dimensional (or at least wall pieces, that hang) but it does look like we'll have to put up a few more panels, in order to have enough lineal feet. It's a big show, Mary Gray, at the state gallery in Columbus, is going to be hard-pressed. While we're unpacking we talk about repacking the show for the road-trip. I seem to be into hyphens tonight, in my continuing push toward being absolutely clear. Thinking about how the true nature of any single moment in time is enormously complex. Unwrapping paintings that are house- paint on plywood panels, some things are falling apart. We expect this with a folk art show, and they've (the lenders) already told us to make whatever repairs we thought necessary. We're trusted, that way, in the area. A couple of the paintings, I'd really like to take out of their frames and do some serious correcting of stupid attachments. Mending plates and stainless steel screws. We get the whole show unwrapped and spread around the gallery, the entire perimeter, lined in packing blankets and strips of foam. Some of these paintings have an insurance value of 10K, so they never touch the ground. We're careful. Also amazingly fast. We're done by three, I go do some shopping, highly prioritized, because I have to carry everything up the hill. The tragedy of this latitude is the limitless extension of the mud season. I have to shovel the place where I clean my boots before I come inside. It accumulates, like shit on a shingle, if you have a flying squirrel problem. Little dams of excrement. Almost cementious, they become a problem. You want water to flow, not to back-up; gaskets, like condoms, fail. Next thing you know, you're raising another kid. Goat-like in your preconception. Just mentioning a few things, so good to be home, stick trees in orange silhouette.