so much is happening! so much! the calendar doesn't even express it. for instance, paid work. i'm still getting paid in taiwan this month, so i wasn't worried yet -- but without looking, a freelance editing gig fell in my lap (via a friend who couldn't do it herself), and then, in part because i am looking, a freelance writing gig (via a friend who works for this company). the writing could be a good little job to have, since it's totally free schedule and done from "home" (for people who have them). i'm a real artist now, working by the gig (note to readers: this is irony; please understand. (the part that makes me a real artist is my homelessness)). (everything comes and overlaps -- the editing with handing in grades for my classes -- the writing with the editing -- and -- well, just wait for below)
two saturdays ago i showed photos at a salon -- a salon at which i have previously danced (several times) and read poems -- and at which i had felt i no longer belonged/had been relatively chased out. i think it went well -- people genuinely responded and felt moved by the work, though i thought it looked wretched on the projector (i also inadvertently learned some things about projectors and color balance in a sweaty 20 minutes before the show began). one of the people in the audience was an honest-to-god gallerist -- and he said he liked the work!! ! !
he invited me to take a look at his gallery, which meant that i spent several hours there while he explained the work. that he discovers emerging artists. that he's exhibited some of them for 20 years. i didn't love it all, but i loved a lot of it, and it made me realize that what i'm missing in my own work is a handmade component (i mean, this is why i hesitate to call what i do "work" -- it's not work at all. it's just seeing). that what might be most important to a gallery is to have a beautiful OBJECT. this has been troubling me about my "work" anyway -- that right now it is really raw. putting together a book was a step in a certain kind of construction (and also fairly logical, given my background) -- but i need to start thinking in more dimensions --
also a dancer/choreographer who had never liked me much (though i admired and admire him) without my asking at all invited me to his company class and said we should play in the studio. i may have already reported this, since it was mindblowing and exciting. also that he echoed back to me exactly what i had said to someone else about what i wanted from dance now -- which is some way to use what i have learned in a meaningful way -- and that i might have to make the work happen myself, since no one else is going to make it for me --
also i am definitely making a dance for the next salon and i may have engaged a poet (and friend) to play the piano for me.
also i am probably making another dance for another salon and another dancer.
also i am teaching summer school in san francisco.
also i need to follow up on the actual book.