Farewell, February

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The ZIA opening reception was good but quiet.  While it’s much better (and much more typical) for the gallery to be packed with boisterous, noisy crowds, it was nice for me to be able to have several coherent, unstrained conversations with small diverse groups, and there was a slow steady stream.  Anne Hughes’ installation was, once again, superb: it’s great to have such an accomplished mixed-media artist at the helm, particularly for a salon style show. There were interesting associations everywhere, and it flowed.

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The gravity factor continues: class inquiries have been coming in and keeping me busy, and today there was another, kind-of surprising exhibition offer for some older work (which means I’ll have to dig into storage – I’m not even sure if I still own the piece). And, here is the slideshow of work featured in the current issue of Spirituality & Health.  Though I can’t write about it (yet), good things are happening for a good friend; the ongoing conversation we’ve had about it encourages me greatly, because it all furthers the kind of work and above all, an approach towards making artwork that I dearly want to see perpetuated, in excellent ways.

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Though I haven’t quite given up art for chess (or dogs), pup-land is still taking a large chunk of present precedence for me. Chance is growing so very fast, becoming tall and coltish, poised to start losing his baby needle teeth. Though I’m utterly curious to see what kind of adult boy we’ll end up with in terms of size and dominant breed characteristics, I am so, so glad that I had this quiet month to savor the wee bit of baby-puppy-hood we got to have. Two days ago, he got his final vaccinations and a clean bill of health, so now he can go to school. We begin puppy class very soon, at a venerable, affordable training club fifteen minutes away that was highly recommended by Lupe’s class leader (who no longer holds classes nearby). It seems great, and they are very willing to accommodate a deaf human. Lupe is a great teacher / babysitter, and Chance learns fairly quickly at home, but in order to be a good urban beastie, he needs to learn along with dogs who aren’t in his pack.  So: on to the next phase, a new month, the next season.

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I’m not even going to mention the weather over the past few days; no matter its influence over what happens here. I’ll just shut up and wait for spring.  This evening at ZIA Gallery, we will begin to summon it. I’m looking forward to the reception (perhaps because my quiet year has been a wee bit too quiet? Hmmmmm…)  Doesn’t it look festive?

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GREAT NEWS: The Morgan Conservatory summer class schedule is now online and open for registration.  There are so many stellar offerings!  I’m SO pleased to be returning, and this year, we have expanded the class: five entire packed days of 3D, time to explore deeply.  It’s the second of only two classes I’m teaching this summer, so sign up now! And check out the pages of marvelous classes!

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On Facebook a few days ago, I saw one of those memes, which called itself an old Polish proverb and read, “Not My Circus. Not My Monkeys.” (Someone else commented that their grandmother used to say, “Not My Farm. Not My Pigs.”) While those sayings are refreshingly true of my relationship with higher ed now, I still could not help being impressed by these events. (In my time, I have seen adjunct faculty go from being respected team members to actively being mocked for raising valid issues, and have witnessed them being told that the direction of the department they had been deeply involved in for years was none of their concern, because such lofty issues were now the exclusive province of the tenured).  So, this is refreshing, encouraging, and something I honestly didn’t expect to see within my lifetime. (here’s a cliffnotes synopsis).

And, an interesting follow-up about someone who has impressed me from the beginning, regarding a part of higher ed that becomes all-consuming, but is rarely addressed. Congratulations, Ms. M!

And now: off to prepare To Summon Spring.

ChanceTall And since I have almost written an entire post without mentioning him, here is our wee pre-teen: getting so tall!