As a result, you get this unplanned, rambling, likely unedited post.
In defense of my procrastination: it was a full month.
Week One: Art of the State 2019 Install
I straggled behind the rest of my group to talk to the curator, Collin, and asked if I could help out in the galleries to learn how this aspect of the local art world worked (this makes me sound a lot more bold and awesome than it actually was; I nervously babbled about how I knew how to sort of do lots of stuff and had a pretty open schedule and could kind of build things). Although I've worked in museums and with smaller community art spaces, I knew nearly nothing about the business of being an artist and the role that regional art centers played in the larger art scene. This seemed like somewhere I could learn. Thankfully, my random-hat-full-of-half-skills and flexible schedule fit with what the galleries needed, and I was hired as a Gallery Assistant to help out seasonally during show turnovers and installs.
It is my favorite. I get to do so much cool stuff; exhibition graphics, packaging art, transporting art to and from collectors, hanging work (so much hanging), and aiding with installation work. We also move a lot of white cubes.
One of my favorite works in Art of the State 2019 is Homecoming by Lara Whitley; it is a house made of suspended glass bottles which Lara found on treks with her dog through a home-adjacent meadow. As we worked with Lara to unpack and install Homecoming, she told us beauitful and heartshaking stories of how the work came into existence, the history and meaning the bottles held for her, and ways that she interacted with the work during its first exhibition near her home.
Week Two: I ran the very long Disney Half-Marathon.
I enjoyed running along Denver's amazing trails and parks with Jake and rewarding ourselves with smoothies and thrift store trips afterwards. Then we started going seven miles at a time, and I did not like seven miles. I did not like eight miles either. You can guess how I felt about all the miles past that. The best thing about training was that it gave Jake and I a routine of hanging out every week; that's hard when you're adult humans who have responsibilities and jobs and Netflix.
We finished our training and flew to Florida the day before the race. It was there that we found out that although the race started at 5:30am, we had to be at the front of our hotel ready to get on a bus at 3:30am. EW. Despite the early wake-up and a nervous night of sleep, we made it to the starting line, met up with two more vacationing pals, and ran the very long race.
Week Three: Besties Forever
Week Four: New Basement Floors
In late November, after several months of no animal-carpet wars, Nemo went at it again. THIS IS MY LIMIT. NO MORE. I immediately rage-measured the basement, rage-ordered laminate flooring (thankfully there was some sort of Black Friday/Cyber Monday/American Buying Holiday deal), and rage-told Dave that I would be rage-ripping out all of the carpet as soon as I got back from Florida. And I did it with such rage.
The new basement floors and new basement arrangement meant that we had enough room for a real-size coffee table, and we decided it was time to retire my beloved white bookshelf--purchased by my Dad as my first "grown-up furniture" during the week I was moving to college--and get a real entertainment unit that would fit the XBOX. One meal of IKEA meatballs later, we got all the new furniture we needed, and my 14-year-old white Target shelf moved to the back of the room to display my awesome Nintendo LABO toy-cons.
Check out my cool photograph of Mt. St. Helen's erupting! A lady at a garage sale gave it to me because I said it looked cool.
Now I actually like being in the basement. Downside (upside?): I spent a lot of time playing Zelda in the final days of January, so even with all the big things going on for the month, I have no excuse for waiting until the final hours of the final day to write a blog.