Holy mother of all illnesses, I am freaking sick again. It is a little bit reminiscent of last June's delightful bout with pneumonia and that puts the fear into me. No more pneumonia!! I average one case very 8-10 years, so last June's two weeks of staring at walls coughing up my intestines should qualify to get me close to age 60 when hopefully all of my children will be enjoying their completely independent lives and I will be enjoying my second half century as talented and acclaimed photographer of everything. If I get it when I'm 60 I can just check into the hospital and let nurses wait on me.
I am trying very hard to have my thesis work/book printed, and when I did not hear from the printer about profit images I called him last week to find out that there brand new top of the line technology orgasmic printer is already on the fritz. Dammit. I'll call again Monday and let them know I mean business when they're up and running again. I need those book babies before 1/9, when I think I will have the reception for the "outdoor exhibit" I was privileged to participate in. I use quotes not because it isn't really outdoors, but because it is not "real" photos, but cheap laminated imitations stapled onto the particle boards surrounding the construction site next to the actual gallery. My hopes is that my work will be so well received and I will be such an angel to work with that other galleries might start watching me. You never know.
When I finally have an actual copy of the book I'll let you know. I know Mitzy is dying to see! I'll post a video of the pages being turned.
I am getting more books than I probably should because the printer gave me estimates for 100, 150 and 200. I was thinking 50, but they discounted each step up in quantity so much that I felt like I didn't want to ask how much per book for 50 since it would have made me angry. I totally feel like the whole thing is a rip off. Like buying cars is a rip off because they don't just come out and tell you how much the car actually costs, they have to test you and see how much advantage they can take of you and I, my friends, have SUCKER written in big block letters right across my forehead. It's something I should probably learn to overcome in this second half century.
Here is my concern of the moment: I have so many future photo projects bouncing around in my head that I am concerned that I will go in too many directions too soon. I think the world is more comfortable with your work when it has some consistency and the world can say "Ah, yes, this is so her! She did it again!" and all of those ideas in my head are not consistent in the least. As a matter of fact, the body of work I made surrounding Evan's crisis this fall isn't even remotely similar to the thesis work, and what I want to next is in a different direction as well. It's a concern. i wish I knew one person with whom I could sit down and ask their opinion on this matter and get an unbiased answer. I can certainly do more of the same as my thesis work. I actually have more of the same already..... But which is the best route to take? I'd like a concrete answer. Oops, there aren't any, are there? I forgot this is art. We make stuff up as go.