I’ve been really stuck on what to write on my blogs lately. Both of them. This is very unusual for me because normally my keyboard gets extremely warm from such overuse. But today I suppose I have a lot on my mind because the date is significant. It is/was my father’s birthday, which starts a cluster of other significant dates from now until the fourth of June.
I meant to write a blog post much earlier, but I guess I’m just really busy. Always, right? Well, I wanted to report that I had a well attended reception in Lancaster at MOAH on Saturday afternoon. It went well. It’s such a great space and people seemed to be extremely enthusiastic about my work and the installation. It can’t get any better than that, right?
Someone tell please tell how I’m supposed to feel! …Ha ha. I just thought I’d start off a blog post like that. I am becoming more and more out of my mind, after all. Homer Simpson said that once and it always struck me as very funny. But anyway, The Exodus Project installation is now out of the way. And so are several other things, like the book for one — even though I keep sneaking in there to add tidbits before it gets picked out of Dropbox to be edited — but I’m pretty sure I’m finished with all that. I am moving on now. That’s hardly funny. I wanted to be funny.
I have been scarce. Maybe for some, I don’t even exist anymore — I have no idea. It’s been well over a month since my last post and it may seem that I’ve been slacking off, but I’m no slacker. I mean, that’s not in my nature, but I have been taking it easy(er), with plans to continue down that road, because yesterday, I was finally able to install The Exodus Project at the Lancaster Museum of Art and History.
