The Elephant in the Room/Blog.

The Elephant in the Room/Blog.

Right before my impromptu summer-blog break I posted a few cryptic sentences about Employment Opportunities and Life Changes with the promise that I’d come clean once the dust settled. A few months (!) and several posts later I realized I never made good on this promise.

Cat, we come here for art and pictures of your cats- beyond that we don’t care.’

Totally cool. Feel free to skip to the bottom of the page for just that.
But I’ve been thinking a lot in the about why I still blog- I’ve set aside my initial aspirations for internet fame and book deals*, my friends/family are kept updated by calls and texts rather than checking here, and yet I still find myself updating this thing- why?

Two, totally selfish reasons- clarity and accountability.
Having a place where I have to put thought down into words- and those words into actual sentences- helps me take ideas and abstract concepts that are swirling in my brain in a nebulous cloud and funnel them into coherency. This is excellent, low-risk practice for when I have to do that to Real People of Import or write Artist Statements (since most galleries/grants won’t except photocopies of sketches and incoherent doodles. Rude.) And writing such thoughts here, rather than in my sketchbook makes me feel committed to an idea/project. Even if no one reads it but me, having it floating around in the public sphere shames me into Doing as much as Thinking.

So, whether you care or not, here’s what’s been going on in the world of Gainful Employ:

A few months ago I was offered a once-in-a-lifetime, now-or-never job as a teaching artist at the Columbus Museum of Art. Taking it, however, meant leaving the best job I’d ever had at Open Door Art Studio. Leaving Open Door, and the beautiful people who work and create there was possibly the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make. It had nothing to do with Open Door and everything to do with me- it was a dream job but it wasn’t my dream. There were many tears, more hugs and even more encouragement from all my ODAS friends that enabled me to move forward. I say all that to clarify that when I talk about loving my job at CMA, it is not because I didn‘t love my job at Open Door. (SO MANY FEELINGZ.)

There was more planned but really, I think that’s enough navel-gazing for one day. You deserve some cats;

The Beast Dreams of Elysium

The Beast Dreams of Elysium

Summer is for Lovers.

Summer is for Lovers.

Hey lady, can't you see I'm trying to nap here?

Newt in Repose

coming soon to an arts fest near you...

coming soon to an arts fest near you…

*mostly.

Home is Whenever I’m With You

Home is Whenever I’m With You

This past weekend I had the honor of being the maid of honor in a wedding where both the bride and the groom were two of my best friends. The wedding, and all the events leading up to it were a blast of epic proportions. I saw best friends who I hadn’t seen (and in some cases hadn’t talked to because I am shit at keeping in touch) in years and it was as if no time had passed. Everything went beautifully and was so much fun that today I’m left with a ‘Funover’- a new term that I am inventing. A funover is when you have such a good time with such awesome people whom it is a rare treat to see that the next day you’re not only exhausted but also a bit listless and a bit blue. (It is my experience that funovers can be cured with restful activities like ‘Reading Lord of the Rings with Kittens’ and ‘Drinking lots of chocolate-mint coffee’)

Even though I’ve spent a fair amount of time this afternoon moping, faced with a TimeMage who could somehow transport me back 5 years to the time where we all lived mere feet from each other I’d have to decline (and not just because one can never trust a TimeMage). There are too many awesome things happening in the hereandnow- not just for me, but for the rest of the lounge rats ( jobs! friends! spouses! kids! new kittens!)

Missing people isn’t just a part of life, it’s a beautiful one- it’s a reminder that one has loved and been loved. This weekend was a fun reminder of how many people I love live outside of Columbus and how wonderful is the task I’ve neglected of keeping in touch.

wenner wedding1

Pinhole Photography Picnic Pworkshop – Psuccess!

Pinhole Photography Picnic Pworkshop – Psuccess!

 

CLynch 2012

Yesterday afternoon I was joined by five awesome guinea pigs, er, participants in the beautiful Park of Roses. The weather was beautiful (if a bit drippy*), the snacks were abundant (and delicious**) cameras were made, fun was had and I learned a lot about workshopping. (Like, for example, ‘it is a good idea to have multiples of each tool required’ and ‘build your own as you go so you don’t have to hijack your workshoppers’ cameras to demonstrate on’)

A big thank you to everyone who came, and to everyone who couldn’t come but sent good thoughts for the day.

C Lynch 2012

C Lynch 2012

C Lynch 2012

C Lynch 2012

C Lynch 2012

C Lynch 2012

C Lynch 2012

C Lynch 2012

C Lynch 2012

C Lynch 2012

C Lynch 2012

What hijinks did you get up to this weekend?

 

*sunny, hot and about 110% humidity
**My own contributions, in case you too wish to host your your own picnic workshop: rosemary citrus spritzer, crushed peas with sesame dressing, strawberry brown butter bettys.

Upcoming Show- Pattern Play (see? didn’t make it up)

I’ve read and reread the acceptance email (and subsequent letter) from the Living Arts Center about 27 times trying to find the fine print where they tell me “haha, just kidding. we meant we chose yours as the LEAST accepted piece. Seriously. haha!”

But here’s proof!

And can we make this more awesome? How about we add a road trip with two best friends, not seen since Nov, to drop off work to said show? I think we can.

 

you would see, the biggest gift would be from me.***

My former professor/thesis advisor and friend Hannah Barnes used to always say (to me. Presumably she’s still saying it, just to other students now) “College is about finding your friends.” Meaning, not just the people in your class/dorm/etc, but your art-friends. Research artists who’s work you like, see who they looked at/hung out with and look at them, and see who they looked at/hung out with and look at them.*

Doing so has helped me not only to be more aware of the world in which I’m living, but has also given me an ‘in’ to the Conversation. Rather than being That Person, the one who jumps blindly into conversations, blurts out the first connection she’s made, embarassing herself and everyone around her, I’m able to listen, think, and every once in a while, join in. Looking at other artists who’s work is really interesting to me has also helped to pinpoint certain trends/interests/directions in my work that might not be apparent in isolation.

I recently had a conversation with another artist who, after expressing an appreciation for figurative “realistic” paintings and a dislike of conceptual art, said “I’ve been told that’s narrow minded, but I’m not. I just have an opinion.” And while I lovelovelove all the art he was talking about hating, I had to respect his view. I sometimes worry that I make ‘friends’ too easy. Even the art I don’t react to on an immediate gut-grinding-I-LOVE-YOU level, I can usually find something to appreciate in the history or philosophy (and even sometimes lackthereof) behind it.

Fastforward a few days to another conversation with Jen, wherein she mentioned her Top 3 Living Artists at Whose Feet She’d Like to Sit. As she told me hers, I realized that if pressed, at that moment I could come up with several artists who I enjoyed, several more who I reallyreally loved and only one that was still alive (Ann Hamilton).

Whether it’s an argument or interview or even just plain conversation, I always find the right thing to say about ten minutes after the fact. “…OH. That’s what I should’ve said. Damn.” So, for my own benefit, knowledge and just in case the question ever comes up again, I’ve thought, run, and thought some more and put together my list of three** Living Artists At Whose Feet I’d Like to Sit.

Tim Hawkinson

Ann Hamilton

Janine Antoni

Miranda July

Check them out. Like ’em. Or hate em. I could wax poetic about any one of them for another four large textblocks, but you’ve been with me this long, so go, run, explore the internet.

*thank you rabbit-hole that is wikipedia
**well, four. Three and a half really as I really just love Miranda July’s brain. And writing. And, okay, her art. So it’s four.
***And the card attached would say?