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Done with hanging pictures! For a while.
My other print came back from the framers!
Coooooool.
( Another in-situ shot, and bigger pix of the older prints )
Coooooool.
( Another in-situ shot, and bigger pix of the older prints )
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Good arts, typically questionable crafts
QUICK, SOMEONE GET ME ANOTHER PICTURE TO HANG.
Right, so I finally took care of business on a bunch of prints and sketches I had hanging around. Actually what happened was that I'd stowed them in Nóirín's room when I was doing the SAWDUST EVERYWHERE thing and happily ignored them for like three more months, and then she asked me to get them outta there, I put them in my room, and THEN they were suddenly an emergency. (My laziness and self-absorption as the proverbial immovable object and irresistible force, with the force winning this round.)
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As you go through life, you may notice that a not-insignificant portion of the musicians and musicologists you meet will be mildly fixated on Pablo Picasso. I'm convinced there is a good reason for this, but I haven't quite made the connection yet. We do have a notable tendency to ramble on about "painting in three dimensions," often with an odd sort of gleam in our eyes, so that might be a good starting point for investigations.
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Adventure!
The best stories all start with random emails from 15-year-old girls:
Huh.
The portfolio in question, of course, was from Drawing I, which I took in Fall of 2004. As far as I was able to remember, it contained some 5-minute figure exercises, a few still-lifes, and the bulk of a huge, soul-destroyingly difficult final project which, during crits, was almost universally panned as obtuse, abusively cryptic, emotionally distant, and technically weak. (I may have been reading between the lines for some of that.) I abandoned it in May when I moved back to Olympia. Partly because moving it would have been an enormous pain in the ass, and partly because I was feeling kind of ambiguous about its contents. I dunno; that class was Emotionally Complicated.
So I replied, she called me back, and I did this TV segment with her on Sunday the 7th. It was weird but cool, and I reclaimed a few of the pieces that I decided I still liked and left the rest with her according to the rules of Finders Keepers. Besides, it was nice to know that they had ended up somewhere where they were appreciated.
I guess that tracking me down had been this totally absurd odyssey for her, and I had become a sort of minor celebrity among the staff of SPNN. So, so, SO strange. And that's how I spent my Sunday.
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* That's actually my only regret from this whole business: I never remembered to ask the lass how in the hell a 15-year-old would know who Punky Brewster was. The readers are free to write this off as a Mystery Of The Universe.
Subject: i found your art portfolio From: 'punky bruster*' To: me Apr 26, 2006 Hi! I know this is probably really weird, but, I have something i think might be yours. I just wanted to ask if you're the nick fagerlund that went to macalester college class of '05. My name is Raylynn. I live, I think, in the house you used to live when you went to school. When my family and I moved in my mother found your portfolio in our attic. When I saw the artwork I liked it a lot. Im a 15 year old student who is doing a teen produced t.v. show called set it up for SPNN(st. paul neighborhood network). When I found this/your work I thought it might be a very interesting to do a piece on this mysterious portfolio. Our current episode is on art, our deadline for being done with this is may 1st. So if you could get back to me before then, that would kick ass. thanx, RayLynn
Huh.
The portfolio in question, of course, was from Drawing I, which I took in Fall of 2004. As far as I was able to remember, it contained some 5-minute figure exercises, a few still-lifes, and the bulk of a huge, soul-destroyingly difficult final project which, during crits, was almost universally panned as obtuse, abusively cryptic, emotionally distant, and technically weak. (I may have been reading between the lines for some of that.) I abandoned it in May when I moved back to Olympia. Partly because moving it would have been an enormous pain in the ass, and partly because I was feeling kind of ambiguous about its contents. I dunno; that class was Emotionally Complicated.
So I replied, she called me back, and I did this TV segment with her on Sunday the 7th. It was weird but cool, and I reclaimed a few of the pieces that I decided I still liked and left the rest with her according to the rules of Finders Keepers. Besides, it was nice to know that they had ended up somewhere where they were appreciated.
I guess that tracking me down had been this totally absurd odyssey for her, and I had become a sort of minor celebrity among the staff of SPNN. So, so, SO strange. And that's how I spent my Sunday.
_____
* That's actually my only regret from this whole business: I never remembered to ask the lass how in the hell a 15-year-old would know who Punky Brewster was. The readers are free to write this off as a Mystery Of The Universe.