More volunteer work

One of the artist’s groups here will be having a big show next year. I volunteered to help organize the entries, but wound up doing very little work. Most of it had been done before I got there–the only thing left was to look at the slides and make sure the were positioned correctly in the trays. This is an exercise every artist should take part in before they submit slides to be juried. Very few people appreciate the difficulties of judging artwork from slides. Each piece was supposed to be represented by one slide and one detail. Often the two slides were different colors, not because the pieces were different, the light used for the photos was different–flash, or florescent. Some of the pieces were positioned very badly. Often you could not tell the size of the object, if you could even tell what it was. When taking slides for artists used to be my profession I would try to convey the difficulty of judging from slides. I don’t think anyone believed me.

It’s always the books

When I left my 10 room house in Chicago I had to get rid of a lot of things, furniture, kitchenware, books. There’s very little I miss except the books. On Saturday I went to the Carnegie Museum of Art to see a show about Ansel Adams and a trip he took in Yosemite in 1936. It was a pleasant show–nothing extraordinary. But it raised some questions in my mind about his relationship with Georgia O’Keeffe, and whether he was already married at the time. I remembered a book I bought, many years ago, a guidebook to Yosemite written by Adams and his wife. I went looking for it, and of course, it was long gone. I don’t remember that it was anything special. And it certainly would not have answered many of my questions, but my sense of loss was palpable. Losing a book is almost as bad as losing an old friend.

I got pictures!

I have been to Japan twice: 1985 and 1987. I was still working as a photographer at that time and took lots of pictures. I decided that I should find those pictures from Japan and possibly use them for my class paper. So I started looking in a box which seems to have an assortment of pictures from almost everywhere: Japan, China, Hong Kong, Portugal, Israel, river rafting in Idaho, polar bears in Churchill and lots of family photos. I’ve been thinking about going through these boxes of pictures for a long time. I guess the moment of truth has come.