Update on Ridgemont

Hi. Hey. Hello again. I wonder if I'm really cut out for blogging...or at least, this type of blog - one that is not journal-like in nature. One that I need to keep focused on the whole art scene without just randomly spouting emotional tirades about something bad (or good) happening on a particular day. Well, maybe I need to carve out time to devote to it; I would like to try my hand at critical writing, like art reviews. First I need to learn how to do that though.....
So, I spoke with Gene today, the man who interviewed me for Wayves. Turns out we are to be on the front page of the November issue! Oh God...What have I gotten myself into? I suddenly feel so self conscious . It's more of a story about me, and coming out, and being a gay artist rather than a review of my work. That's fine. Gets my feet wet talking to reporters, right?

Fast Times at Ridgemont High!!

Tomorrow I have an interview with Gene, a writer who does work for both Wayves and Gaze. Wayves is a monthly Atlantic newspaper for the gay/les/bi community in NB, NS and PEI. Gaze covers the same territory but is a quarterly glossy magazine. This is very exciting news, though I wonder how the heck I'm going to answer his questions...what will his questions be? I hope it doesn't feel like a job interview...
There are these other open calls for submission opportunities floating around, but I just don't think I have the head space for it. I really think I need a break for now...because making is bordering on the mundane for the past short while. It has sort of lost its magic, so I think a restorative period is appropriate.

Ramblings of a Sexton

Today at work I had about 300 kids in my church and you could hear a pin drop - it was incredible. I love being a Sexton. I also learned a bit more about my building; a few years ago the east wall of the original church had to be restored and the masons removed each stone, numbered them, did the repair work and then rebuilt the wall exactly the way it had been...I find that a profound testimony to human resilience but it's also such a cool metaphor for the ultimate fallibility of the human church. A long time ago someone had a dream to build a beautiful symbol of worship to a God that loved everyone (if you did things 'right' anyway...like put this brick there,put that brick here). You know, so much love, so much posturing...the walls hold for a time, quite a long time till we think we even need them; but when the walls start to break down, the human design starts to fail....rather than find a new, better way to rebuild, rather than take the original dream of community worship and make it work today, we decide it would be best to make the same mistakes again. Put the bricks back in the same place, though they crumbled and fell and actually separated us from people, not brought us all together. Kind of a negative interpretation, but one way to look at it...

Who's the one rambling now? I love history, architecture and theology (among other things) so this job is great. Plus I get to explore the bell tower, which is amazingly fantastic. I plan to photograph it, once I clean out all the pigeon shit.