SECOND HEAVE
So I left , to make a long planned pilgrimage to visit my
Grandpa.
When I returned, to try to finally finish the thing, it
seemed like some ot the staff at TSE was kinda burnt out on me. I was sad to
find this, but not wholly surprised.
So, with a gracious loan of the dress form, to facilitate
the dresses completion, I moved operations to my parent’s house down the way
for the final haul. They were out of the town for the weekend, and needed me to
tend the animals, so it worked out perfectly. I could now work continuously,
with out interruption, which was in many ways what I had longed for. And this I
did, from Sun up to sun down, to sun up, to sun up! I did have to go play a gig
on Friday evening in Pittsboro. But on Saturday I worked 26 hours straight
through the day and then on through the night, with out stopping more than 10
minutes here and there to fuel up my body (no caffeine, just grapefruit juice!)
It was just a matter of chipping away at a tunnel through a
mountain, trying to break through to the other side. There was no getting
around it, it was just a matter of continuously moving forward through the work
of it. My thumb felt like it was about to fall off of my hand, the nail fall
off of the thumb, it almost couldn’t be used any more, didn’t want to be, but
of course was, had to be
Ive worked enough 14 hour days to know that working
continuously, without rest, at any task, can be about as exhausting and ass
whooping as any other.
Finally, at about 2 pm, I took a couple cautious hours of
sleep, to make a safe drive to Chapel, for delivery by 5.
I am quite ashamed to say that when I finally did drop the
dress off the good folks at FRANK Gallery, they basically had to chase me out,
as I was still trying to attend to the seemingly endless details, each waiting
in for their turn, in turn.
They did however park the brightly dress colored dress right
in the window out on Franklin St. And this was a quite pleasure for me, in my
somewhat delirious state, to this creation peering out of the window of its new
home on E. Franklin St.
There was a lot of great work there, and it felt good to
leave this thing in such good company of kindered spirits, and in the good
hands of the Staff at FRANK.
I guess, not surprisingly, I am like any parent, dropping
their kid off at the first day of kidnergarten. Waive “Bye bye!”
