THIS is the week where I get back to regular artmaking. I swear. I have two pieces to prep for delivery Saturday and three pieces for next Tuesday, but otherwise, school notwithstanding, I can art at night. Maybe. Ha!
The show I’m delivering for on Saturday will be at Liberty Station at the end of the month; first official opening is the first Friday in November…
I have two pieces in the show, and they’ll be up for a few months, so check it out. I’ve never seen this gallery space; looking forward to it.
I spent all weekend grading. And I’m not done. Well, I think I’m done GRADING…I just need to post everything and add comments etc. THEN I will be done. THEN I can try to plan Friday for 8th grade (I only got through Thursday in planning) and maybe even the next unit. I’m not crying. You’re crying.
When I grade, I have to constantly distract myself from how boring it is to just sit there for 5 hours straight, sifting through emails and docs and kid verbiage. So my eyeballs are constantly wandering…
Hummingbird through the weird coating on my windows where the kids tore it off.
Simba contemplating his hedgehog…
Simba contemplating ME!
Poor puppy. It’s boring when I’m working, I know. And I’m almost always working.
On Friday night, the Man had a show at the La Mesa Oktoberfest, which was pretty fun (albeit exhausting)…
It was their first time playing there…
Pretty crowded. And then Saturday night, his band played at the birthday party of one of the bandmates…
Nice location, although I was too exhausted by then to do much…
Except draw and read my book, amusingly enough…
Honestly probably should have stayed home and finished grades, but he wanted me to go. They played well. And I’m not going to the next show…it’s a school night and it’s some Battle of the Bands thang…nah. I’m good.
Last night, I headed up to PHES Gallery in Carlsbad, where FIG has its current show, Portals, to be part of the artist talk.
Ellen Speert ran the panel and Paul Henry took photos and found more seats.
We had our token mansplainer in the audience who tried to tell us women have all the same exhibitions that men do and there are no gender issues in the art world. I love it when that happens. NOT. All in all, though, it was a good talk. I hope.
Meanwhile, my sourdough starter is still alive…
Oh yeah, and we got a gift for doing the artist talk…
Best kind…homemade stuff from the artists’ yard.
OK, school calls, loud and clear. Grades. Two-hour staff meeting that better be cut short. The potential for some crazy in science. Ugh. I’m tired. But my goal is to get it all done during the work day so I can drag myself in here tonight and start the stitchdown on this piece. I’ve got three more I need to make before March apparently, and that will be tight. So gotta get going.
Kathy Nida 