Art.

CONGREGATION

Opening Reception: November 30th 2006
Performances: December 8th and 15th 2006

54 Crosby St (between Broome and Spring)
New York City

10AM-10PM every day.
November 27 to December 21, 2006

Becca Roach
danielle charboneau
Sarah Crespo
Sarah Eaves
Denise Despirito
Landon Jones
Scott Schauer
Stosh Tokarski
Josh Wertheimer
Tom Billings
Gio McLaughlin
James Callahan
Alice Veasman
Elvis Crocker
Maria Pulice
Russell Kelley
Chadwick Whitehead
Mike East
Grayson Cox
Michelle Matson

Link to flyer:
http://joshwertheimer.com/gsr/congregationbignew.JPG

Thanks.

I was going to write a list of things I am thankful for, but then I got all superstitious and relized I kept having to write "knock on wood" after each item. So let's just say things could be worse. What could be better? I could have heat and hot water at the same time. I could have some free time to see some friends. I could have some free time to walk around and take pictures. It's getting cold, which is good for walking around and taking pictures. The streets seem quieter. Steam seeps out of the cracks. Less people in my way. Pedestrians more focused on how fucking cold it is than that guy standing there with a camera whose waiting, wondering.

I slept 12 hours in my childhood bed. I had one long, convoluted dream. Maybe it was the turkey. Maybe I was just tired.

I've been writing this entry for days, and it doesn't seem to be going anywhere. But I was just thinking about the boxes in my kitchen. One is from the printer I just bought. The other is the box that Amazon thought they should put the printer box in, along with those inflated plastic bags in segmented strips used for padding. Which reminds me, how come Amazon can ship a giant 40lb box to my P O box (for free), yet Apple can't mail me a few mini photo books in an envelope? They have to use FedEx for that crap? Anyway, the boxes are a sign of shutdown mode. That means I have a very specific, time sensitive task to complete, and everything else can go to hell. It's on purpose, by design, and mimics the body's shock response, or coma. Okay, I just came up with that hypothesis, but that's what happens when you just start writing (Thank you Nancy Van Laan) and you inadvertently end up learning a lot about human behavior. Or at least your own.

So I dropped off the two lith prints for the GOBE show, and a very nice woman, whose name I sadly forget, let me in and saw me out. David was probably asleep, and it didn't seem worth it to check. The Congregation show goes up tomorrow, and I should really get some sleep since I should be there in eight hours. At least I got the work done. I actually didn't look at everything all together, so when I unpack the 13 or 14 prints for that show at the gallery, it will be new to me too. Keeps life interesting. Then maybe soon I can get out of this coma. I have a list of proper nouns I need to get to.

Candleburning.

Don't be scared, Chris. The longer you wait, the more it will cost you in the long run.
My appointment to fill it in was at 9am. I actually fell asleep while he was working on me. Then I went to work. I'm really behind in getting this show together. It's being billed as "Provocative." I don't know where my pictures fit into that description.

Yes, Mom, I had a toothache.

But a dentist with a yarmulke navigated my fused roots, and removed the nerve. He fills it in on friday. Then I went to work. Tonight's show was fun for everyone. Except the person who had to clean up the chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and nuts. Wish I could have played "Win A Date With Kristen Schaal," but like most contests, I don't think employees are eligible.

Ow.

A 14 hour work day. I don't know what I can write. I have nothing ready for the show. I need to find time to go to Sara's family home to take pictures before it's all gone. I seem to be taking pictures of that kind of situation lately. Dana wants to use some stuff for album artwork. I still say album and record when it's really all CDs. I bought another Epson. I can't believe I bought another Epson. It, of course, makes a big gash in the kind of paper I like. I'm not sending it back because I know the replacement I get will just have something else wrong with it. I got around the problem by fooling it into thinking I'm using roll paper, and using the roll paper path. It's way past time for bed. I can't believe how packed Beauty Bar was. Becca gave me a Kinder Egg. The guy next to me at the bar didn't know what it was. I don't think he believed me. Then I went to Zach's birthday-in-a-bar. Much of the old gang was there. Toothache.

Election.

I haven't posted a picture in a while. And though it could have been better, I also haven't felt this good about an election in a while.

fullmoonchemtrail.

I'm pretty sure tonight was the first time I uttered the question, "is there a 'fisting' cue?"

Wrapping up.

It's halloween, so no one came to the show tonight. That meant I got out early. I tried the parade, but it was a mess, and as hard to see as I remembered from the last one I went to ten years ago. I have to figure out a way to take some useful pictures of halloween. Should be an opportunity, not a nuisance.
So I went back to the club to see if anyone was still there. Todd was sitting inside the doorless doorway, with a beer in his hand, and a belligerent attitude like he was making a final stand, daring to be thrown out. Maybe he was just really tired, and who wouldn't be after the week these guys had moving whatever was left to a warehouse across the river. The last thing to go in the truck was the boss' desk, then Todd walked him home, then came back for one more. We spray painted our messages, and destroyed everything we couldn't carry, like we were preparing for our post to be overrun by the enemy. The fact that Josh was dressed as a girl, with shaved legs and short frilly skirt, made it a little surreal, but not at all inappropriate. They bowled a few frames, and Momo laughed, and BG and Ger just watched, powerless. Gabby directed traffic for the pictures outside, then Mo and Josh each took a lock, and closed up for the last official time. The weight of the moment showed on Mohammed's face like I'd never seen in all the time I'd known him. We gathered our stuff from the Gallery, and BG and Ger went upstairs to turn in the keys. When I left, the crew was still outside, with a case of leftover beer, feeling like they should go back in. I realized it belonged to someone else now, so I just turned and took one last walk from that exact spot, to the train home.