Today, this evening, was the opening reception for my first-ever, significant showing of a true body of work. The first time most of my friends ever saw what it is I've been holed up doing all these months, years, decades building toward — all my nights and days and everything else along the ways.
 

It was fabulous. Wondrous. All that was well worth the time and effort and money, just to get to talk to all those old and new friends, strangers, friends of friends and people wandering by.

My head spun. I was disoriented, dizzy, happy, sad, smart, sharp and stupid. More than all that, I was alive.

Barely aware of the wheres I was sometimes. Joyfully planted right exactly there and then in others. Lurking and lurching from wild ride conversation to the next. Fierce, smart talking interplay, amazing free-flying exchanges.

Learning, teaching, over reaching, understanding, glowing to see so many old friends and dulled to know it would all have to end sudden alone with my demon grief — as it had begun.

 

Bite the heads off little pink chickies?

 

Maybe that's kinda normal for The Big Day. Stomach all tumbly; mind racing head-long empty. Brain dizzy from too much sugar or not nearly enough. I couldn't tell, tried it all.

 

Shot from low on the high back Bath House porch

 

Friends and My Photographs

 

I wanted the opening to go on forever. When the art crowd gone and the theatre sifted, then slammed a long line in, I just wanted it all to end, go away, figuring slowly I could finally flee, thankful for the dear friend who kept company to the end — life saver in my highest low, fastest slow day in a long dry spell, stumbling for words and patterns that might extend those high tide moments a few seconds longer.

Then back again to my cocoon, process more photos I shot today, make this other page of it, to explain this queasy step, sleep till noon tomorrow, then off again.

 

Linnea Glatt's A Place to Perform next to the Bath House —
something about gray skies brings the color vivid
into everything under it.

Meanwhile, I was busy performing
inside the building next door.

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