reflection’s for winter. Summer is for doing. (unless you’re George.)
The Northam Park Natural Art and History Museum’s extended hours were a huge success! Over the course of seven hours, our new wing was filled with amazing new artifacts. Our associate, Will Foster, presented a series of engaging and informative workshops, we diversified our audience (with both human and non-human visitors) and continued to further our mission of engaging visitors directly with the environment.
A huge thank-you to all who supported the museum- though we’ve once again closed our doors, the memory will continue to live on.
A full photographic account will be available soon, however in the mean time, please enjoy this selection of images that were taken and published (via instagram) during the museum’s brief life.
We at the Northam Park Natural Art and History Museum are committed to the ideas of sharing knowledge, inspiring curiosity and celebrating that which makes Northam Park, and its residents, unique. To this end we are offering a series of visitor driven workshops, free and open to the public, both to attend and to lead.
Do you have knowledge that you’d like to share? A skill that can be taught in 15 minutes or less? Would you like 15 minutes of Grandview’s attention? Maybe you just need a line on your resumé? If any or all or some combination of these is true, then this is your chance! Email email@example.com or fill out the form below to sign up to lead a workshop at the Northam Park Natural Art and History Museum. (Please note, all workshop leaders will be required to furnish their own equipment. At this time the Northam Park Natural Art and History Museum does not have electircal access.)
The 2013 workshop schedule is as follows:
September 2nd, 2013
10:30a – 10:45a
11:30a – 11:45a12:30p – 12:45p
1:30p – 1:45p
2:30p – 2:45p
3:30p – 3:45p
4:30p – 4:45p
I look forward to working with all of you!
Director, the Northam Park Natural Art and History Museum
the Northam Park Natural Art and History Museum is brought to you in part by the North American Pseudohistorical Society
Well mostly I’ve been here in Ohio.
Doing what? The usual summer flurry of Calls For Entry: grants, shows, etc. (yawn).
(while also pondering the next Postcard Collective exchange…)
Preparing for new Adventures in the World of Gainful Employment.
And speaking of adventures;
which has led to some culinary adventuring for Boyfriend and I.
It’s not all doom and gloom, though. Have you heard? It’s summer.
For most of my life, from kindergarten all the way through college, the year started in September and looked something like this: Back to School, School in Earnest, Flurry of Holidays, More School, then SUMMER.
Summer was the golden season. As a kid, summer was the time for swimming, for playing, for firefly catching and Laura Ingalls Wilder reading. As a teen, summer was the time for staying up late watching first Adult Swim, then a stream of myth-inspired dramas featuring ex-porn actors (a lá Xena or Beastmaster) all while immersed in a flurry of drawing and writing over.punctuated. poetry. As an art student, summer was the time to gather and execute all the non-school ideas, rediscovering the joy of making things to make things.
And so, over the course of 16 years, my brain and body have been trained to expect Great Things from summer.
This summer, as those who know either me or this blog know, has been- not bad exactly, but not Elysian months of restitude and makery either. For one, it’s been busy: Summer at Open Door meant three curated exhibitions (one curated by yours truly), summer arts festivals, including the major undertaking of helping one of our artists prepare for a major, three day fest, and shockingly no vacation. At home, the endless list of Things Which Need to be Done In The Garden RIGHT NOW and the steady increase in running mileage (in training for the usual October half-marathon) left me exhausted by 7pm. More often than not, summer evenings found me either taking in a movie with the Boyfriend or reading mindless fiction with the cats. Or sleeping on the couch with the cats and/or said fiction on my face.
For most of the summer, this lack of artistic output on my part has been gnawing at me, along with the fact that I wasn’t sure why it bothered me so much. My artmaking has always gone through hills and valleys of productivity and quiet, and aside from the daily residual guilt that comes with being of Catholic descent and just generally neurotic, I’ve never minded. And then today, it hit me- I’ve been bummed because in my mind, I’m still in the old rhythm. I’ve graduated, changed states, am in current possession of a mostly* grown-up job, and still I keep waiting for summer vacation to start.
So maybe instead of worrying about what’s not getting done, and staying up late to halfheartedly putz on a watercolor, I’m going to try to relax, do what I can and not worry about what I can’t. This winter, when running is replaced by minimal yoga, Open Door’s show schedule takes a break and the garden lies fallow, and I remember that there are no final exams, I’ll lock myself in my studio and keep warm by keeping busy and make all the shit that I dream up between now and then.
*because no job, no matter how adult, will ever bee fully grown-up so long as it includes a time known as ‘awesome time’
This past week, and the week to follow, have been packed full of things. Things such as
- Getting ready for Wallace to be in the Columbus Arts Festival
- Going with Wallace to the Columbus Arts Festival
- Finishing my own work for the Big Local Art Tent.
- Getting ready for our next opening at Open Door (Figurative Language– come check it out!)
- Putting together show proposals and juried show entries (all due this week or next)
- Prepped and executed the first ever Pinhole Photography Picnic Pworkshop (success! thanks again!)
- all of the end of the month paperwork hoopla at work deemed MOST NECESSARY by the Medicaid Powers That Be.
- Early summer time-sensitive gardening tasks
- the most minimal amount of personal hygiene needed not to offend
- the daily business of eating, sleeping, living, etc.
So in the midst of all of this, I thought to myself ‘ self, you know what you need?’
Specifically, the tiny, snotty, smelly, sad-sack of a rescue kitten that arrived at the Cat Lynch Home for Wayward Kitties last Sunday. Some antibiotics, a few baths and lots of cuddles later, ladies and gentlemen may I introduce you to Newt!**
Named for the nearly as adorable/badass little girl in the 1986 CLASSIC James Cameron film, Newt has already firmly entrenched herself into my stupid bleeding heart. Expect many more pictures to come, especially as Newt and the Georges get to know each other***
And if one kitten wasn’t enough, Newt also came with brother, who I’m currently fostering. The huge-hearted woman I work with who rescued the two christened the dude’ Franklin, though in keeping with house rule 75 (‘thou shalt bestow names gleaned only from the annals of history/pop culture), we’ve been calling him Dr. Franklin. And as happy as we are to keep Franklin while he’s on walkabout****, this guy does need a good home. So if you or someone you know lives in the Columbus area and is looking to make their lives a little more adorable, pass this along (lest I end up like Arline Conradt.)