Last night was the longest half hour ever.
Monday I went to work, then instead of cheering on Blake @ Much, I ended up at Elevator Gallery to help prepare for the Family show. When I was invited to go down, my question was “Am I painting, or hanging?” Answer was painting. At least I escaped the majority of polishing a turd. Although I was accused of being abandoned for doing all the painting myself when the others went to get “supplies”.
Tuesday I went to work, then instead of going home and taking a nap like I had planned, I ended up at Elevator Gallery to help prepare for the Family show. Thankfully they were happy with the paint so we didn't have to paint again. Although I wasn't going to hang anything, because nothing was ready to be hung. Instead, I learned how to cut matte board, and foamcore type stuff. Everyone was amused that not only was I not a part of the family show, I wasn't even a photographer and had absoloutly no business being in a framing room surrounded by framers, photographers, wannabe framers and wannabe photogrpahers. Although my frames are apperently awsome, and well worth all the effort I put into the place.
Today I've gone to work, then instead of going home and eating dinner with my mommy like I've been neglecting to do all week, I'll end up at Elevator Gallery for the Family show opening. Maybe I'll end up with my frames with my school composite and diploma/degree though which would make my mommy happy.
