It’s almost midnight and I have to be up and at ‘em at 8am tomorrow.
I can’t sleep.
I’m mostly prepped for the adventure, but I’m still reeling from the rush of printing. A friend of mine offered the services of his darkroom when he heard that mine went the way of the dodo. His name is Gordon Stettinius and he’s a really good photographer in his own right. Among other things, the image on this page is one of his. He maintains this website, which is as odd as he is. His house is right out of a movie where the cool, artsy, aging hipster hangs his hat when he’s not out being creative. There’s art all over the place, much of it his. It puts me in mind of Robin Rice Gallery because of the way that the photographs don’t have any prescribed order. It’s eclectic and homey all at once.
For the first hour I worked, I used some kind of chemistry that was mislabeled fixer and had to throw out many of the fruits of my labor. Once I got on track though, I was singing. I’m ordering more paper this weekend and headed back to have another crack at the task.
All in all, I’m quite pleased. I suspect that the group shows I’m in next month will go just fine.
