artist party

im still fascinated by the people,artists and staff both. everyones working on their stuff, talking photography, talking prints, finishing the prints, cutting borders, getting hanging materials... its obvious that artists all have their little oddities and needs "me needs superlustre paper, lustre is not good enough for my grey tones""i need a stapler because i want to staple my prints on the wooden wall of the gallery"... "what is my gallery space called in english?" "do you have a usb cable to fit *this* camera"... and the staff does everything in their power to help us.

anyway, what i was thinking last night...what makes artists different from some other people is that they always have character and personality. and they are more less independent and have a lot of will. these things are required to create and express yourself and succeed even minimally. creating is one thing also, but to continue and do it your own way, you need some will.

i went to hang my prints today. actually i didnt get that far, some problems with the walls... ill deal with it at some point... things have a way of working out here. the exhibition starts tomorrow at 10:30 i think. i had a local photography student with me, helping me out, running to the store to get boars and all that. i taped the prints to the boards and they are more less staright i think, im just not one of those people who bother with that kind of deatils. if someone goes see the works and concludes that the exhibition was shit because some photos were not set straight...i mean thats their loss, obviously they didnt like the work enough. a photo is a photo regardless of the little details. the content is what counts.

my exhibition space then...its interesting. its a military base of the cavalry, but part of the building is open for audience to see some historical stuff etc. there were lots of soldiers ands generals etc hanging there when i was there, that was kinda cool. they will be there everyday to see my pictures. today there were partying the new academy graduates and drinking. drunken soldiers..hmm. the building has a guard with a huge sword and everything... i think it might be a much cooler place for my work than the ordinary art museum.

my room is in the tower of the monastery. i feel totally like a princess then, small room with a window to the whole city... if i still had my long hair id wave my hair out of the window and wait for someone to clinb up and save me.. (as in that story...). but! dear god the amount of steep marble stairs i have to climb to get there. everything is marble in this city, Estremoz was a huge marble exporter in the past, before china took the market. it was cxheaper to use marble than other material. so even the streets are marble.

there people are so fucked in the head and odd and openminded...there are no taboos.

id forgotten i have a lecture tonight at 9pm... its in a castle on the hill over there. i am thinking of getting some booze there and get people drunk, which im sure they will be anyway at that time tonight, but just to be sure, it will just make it easier on me, im kinda stressed out over it...