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the renwick just opened a new exhibit of art by native american women. worth the visit. my date was late, actually ok cause i really got into some of the pieces. lots of beading, but otherwise subject matter and technique and design varied a bunch.
satch won a silver key award for a digital art piece that she wasn’t so happy with (or i’d show it here). but we went to the ceremony in baltimore, which was fine until this one girl’s looong poem. did us in. then satch dropped us at dulles, where mo and i boarded a plane to oslo!
great trip. PDF’d the travel journal, cause it’s easier with all the pics. really fun time. saw art, climbed the opera center roof, walked tons, learned about vikings. small sample here, but read the journal for loads of details and cool pics.
watched hustlers on the plane. jlo was nuanced, strong, beautiful, sexy. and 50. rock on babe.
oh, wmbr is playing the lyres, and damn. still so good. ‘cause i’ bumpety bumpety bumpety bump bump ‘i wanna i wanna help you ann’. the dj subbing today is so much better than the regular host, who plays great stuff but she talks and talks about herself and i don’t care how great friends she is with blaadity blaa. just give me the music and if necessary, back announce. sometimes interesting details are warranted. maybe it’s just her voice that grates on me.
one thing i’m noticing: don’t just go along with what everyone else wants to eat anymore. if i don’t feel like eating it, i don’t. which never really even occurred to me before. just ate to eat. part of it was, yes, keeping the peace, but now i don’t feel i need to do that. after 55 years, my relationship with food and my body isn’t fraught. can i have an ‘amen’? interesting phenomenon. intermittent fasting works for me. that’s good to know.
in oslo, spent much time subconsciously (and then consciously) comparing norwegian and american culture, way of life. guess i do that everywhere we go, but so much of norway seems superior to america. and then on the way home, elizabeth warren announced the end of her campaign. damn. she would have made one fine president. yeah, i’m among the many people truly disappointed.
today in hockey clinic i realized that i like being praised for something i’m not good at. at least an acknowledgement that i’m trying. is this normal or vain?
but keeping my head above water with art. even though the washington sculptors group (of which i’m a member) has decided that my asylum, please isn’t a good fit for their exhibition. third time that’s been turned down for an exhibit. irks, but i can’t help it if they don’t get me. or if they think it’s not worthy. i like it. could definitely build it up more, and maybe i will some time. but now i’m in the midst of creating a series of multimedia pieces on paper: boobs and butts. gonna mount them all on hour-glass shaped wood and cover the edges with tiny mirrors. really enjoying this. once again, energy into something completely different for me. the ideas just keep flowing with this series though. not worried about when it will stop — just going with it. will post it all when complete.
one of the “boobs and butts” series (currently at four)