Chaos Supreme

I had to spend all morning doing routine maintenance, hauling trash, keeping the bathrooms stocked against the 16 kids at Art Camp. They got a musical performance today, Steve Free; then a little playlet they had worked on all week, then a show and tell with all the art projects they'd worked on. The ODC show arrived at 12:30, took an hour to unload. 102 pieces, all in artist constructed packing. Always the source of merriment. Most of the show is fragile, so nothing can be stacked, and we have to photograph some of the pieces in their packing, so we can remember the arcane method the artist had deemed acceptable for packing and shipping their art. C and M had to go back to Springfield, for her daughter's wedding, so in the late afternoon, I just guarded the art work. The kids, some of them, really got to me, they'd follow me around, asking dumb questions. Which would be cool, some other time, but I was working, getting ready to install a major show. The little shits. "Why are you painting that?" "Why are you mopping that?" "Where are you going?" There are two more of these, one in July, one in August. I might take one of those weeks off. So, we'll unwrap the show on Tuesday. See what we're looking at, spread it out; there's a lot of fabric art, wall things, and that's good, floods light the wall work, always spots on the 3D stuff. It's a product of the focus of the beam. 17 degrees, a very tight spread, pops the 3D pieces into focus, gives you some shadows. It's all a matter of seeing. Maybe not all, but mostly. 50% of the work, I recognize, I know the artist. The regional scene. Well versed in the ways of the world. That crooked tea-pot, for instance, is clearly a Scott Dooley.