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Scope NY was madness. I really have to practice getting out of the house more before attending things like this. Impulse: Run!
But I stayed. Delivered the pieces to my gallery room and met other artists..Feeling way too shy.
Started to look around a bit at other rooms, but it was just overwhelming- too much art, too many people. whew! I finally ran off to get something to eat at a nearby diner and took some deep breaths. picking at a greek salad and oh please sir, may I have a lil shot of kahlua in this next coffee refill, much thanks.
scribbling away in my lil journal pad. Trying to relaaaaaaxxxxxx. WHY I get so nervous at these things, I don't know. I think it's the schmooze factor. That I feel I'm supposed to be making contacts and 'selling' my work, when I just want to walk around and quietly look at art and basically avoid most people. er.
It really is a bag of opportunities...but I just don't feel like schmoozing. Some people did it FOR me, and I was surprised and grateful, because those few contacts could turn into something major.
But for me, I was just happy/relieved to see familiar faces. Darius Yektai and his adorable wife,.... Sara Nightingale..Matt Satz..we all hung around a bit, drinking out on the balcony of 300-Matt's room..
Here I got to talking with an interesting fellow, Sebastian of FluxFactory. His artist collective does some strange things...they were selling lemonade somewhere in the hotel there for $100 a glass(!?) but I loved his story of their Impossible Teaparty" project. That's Sebastian in the fedora.
Left later for dinner at Tortilla Flats where they insist on giving you free shots of tequila, oh god. So that's after my wine and my margarita. Getting back to Scope, it was a madhouse. Line outside running around the building....ergh. Then the penthouse party was full to capacity so we didn't even get into that! We looked around at more art and then had to catch the train.
ANyway, I know you're dying to know what i was wearing. no, really. I know it.;)
so I snapped 2 pics at home to try to show you my layering talents.;)yes, my dollie T is darned cute.And no, I don't know how to take a pic that doesn't show that I'm taking a pic.;)


But I stayed. Delivered the pieces to my gallery room and met other artists..Feeling way too shy.
Started to look around a bit at other rooms, but it was just overwhelming- too much art, too many people. whew! I finally ran off to get something to eat at a nearby diner and took some deep breaths. picking at a greek salad and oh please sir, may I have a lil shot of kahlua in this next coffee refill, much thanks.
scribbling away in my lil journal pad. Trying to relaaaaaaxxxxxx. WHY I get so nervous at these things, I don't know. I think it's the schmooze factor. That I feel I'm supposed to be making contacts and 'selling' my work, when I just want to walk around and quietly look at art and basically avoid most people. er.
It really is a bag of opportunities...but I just don't feel like schmoozing. Some people did it FOR me, and I was surprised and grateful, because those few contacts could turn into something major.
But for me, I was just happy/relieved to see familiar faces. Darius Yektai and his adorable wife,.... Sara Nightingale..Matt Satz..we all hung around a bit, drinking out on the balcony of 300-Matt's room..
Here I got to talking with an interesting fellow, Sebastian of FluxFactory. His artist collective does some strange things...they were selling lemonade somewhere in the hotel there for $100 a glass(!?) but I loved his story of their Impossible Teaparty" project. That's Sebastian in the fedora.
Left later for dinner at Tortilla Flats where they insist on giving you free shots of tequila, oh god. So that's after my wine and my margarita. Getting back to Scope, it was a madhouse. Line outside running around the building....ergh. Then the penthouse party was full to capacity so we didn't even get into that! We looked around at more art and then had to catch the train.
ANyway, I know you're dying to know what i was wearing. no, really. I know it.;)
so I snapped 2 pics at home to try to show you my layering talents.;)yes, my dollie T is darned cute.And no, I don't know how to take a pic that doesn't show that I'm taking a pic.;)


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Date: 2004-03-15 11:15 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-03-15 11:41 am (UTC)I think the only way to take a pic of yourself without the pic showing it is to have a timer on your camera, and set up the shot really well. I think it's too much trouble :)
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Date: 2004-03-15 11:44 am (UTC):)
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Date: 2004-03-16 12:29 pm (UTC)But there will be better occassions...hopefully warmer nights when I can travel light.
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Date: 2004-03-16 11:13 am (UTC)Stick your arm out and focus on it, so that you can see your arm but not your face in the mirror. Now hold the camera with the stuck-out arm, so you can see directly down the barrel of the lens (or above it). Click.
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Date: 2004-03-16 12:35 pm (UTC)my arms are not so long you see, sir...and not flexible stretchable rubber like yours;)
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Date: 2004-03-16 12:40 pm (UTC)Admittedly, I do have huge arms, though.
If you're a little nervous about trying that, stick the camera at waist height and aim it dead horizontal into the mirror -- then we can see your face (and not just half of it).
(Cool outfit, btw.)