Four Score, and one year ago...

Ok, so not "four score"...just one year. It was about a year ago that I exited from the Photography department (with, strangely, a mostly painting/mixed-media installation to show for it) of UGA. Also, curiously, my mom's camera held the only proof that said exit show ever even happened! How did I allow all other traces of this huge production dissapear? Well, for starters my slides were botched. Utterly and completely ruined. SO...when I was up at my mum's the other day, I borrowed her camera and zipped these images onto my own hard drive. So here, for the first time since last May, is my exit show.

It's funny, I'm still really proud of most of this installation, and looking at the images makes me want to make more...environments. And create lots and lots of jars filled with relics, such as this one, which was I suppose the "focus" of the wall:

It's a big ol' gigantic digital print that was mounted to gatorboard, and then hung (a big wildly) by 4 giant nails. My dear sweet Robin, our exit prof., as well as the gallery director, was a little...overwhelmed by my choice of hanging hardware, I believe. I love jars. I love them so much, and I keep thinking..."if/when I go to grad school, I'm going to do loads of installations just involving all sorts of personal and cultural relics in jars. Big mason-like jars. Pickle Jars (the economy size, of course)". My friends Keith & Corie have brought me some big, nice pickle jars recently from the cafe that they are baristas at. And I look at them longingly. And think..."I've got to put together a jar show". Ok, enough about the jars...moving right along to a bigger shot of the right side of the wall:

That's my childhood dollhouse on the right. And that's a black painted branch on the the left. And oh...that's a black apple next to the house. And please just look around forever, because it's almost like "Where's Waldo". This isn't the best image in the world, but as I said, it's one of only a few that exist, so it'll have to do.

Last, here is my mama and myself (wearing such a funny dress that was saved from the floor of the Habitat for Humanity thrift store):

I know...we don't even look related! But if you knew what wonderful crazies we both are, there would be no doubt in your mind. Hooray...another walk down memory lane draws to a close, and it was a nice little jaunt. Now off to be a real person, and start on that "Everything that is coming to NY must have a home" bit. Wish me luck...no, really. The mess might win, and then you'll never get to hear all of my witty, illuminating, sweet little rants ever again!