Dec. 4th, 2007

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doo do doo do

And literally, that's what's happened. After the rain, this morning dawned gorgeous clear. Perfect shooting weather. I have no intention of spending it indoors. That idea can just bite me.

Non-sequiter: Little perv of a boy just tried to show me porn on the internet. Hon, don't teach your grandmother to suck eggs. I take photos of naked women. I told him to take a hike, but he thought he was very clever.

I should have pushed him harder.

Anyway, moving on...

I've bought more batteries for the camera. Photos are uploading as we speak. 26% as of right now. *sigh* My poor bandwidth requirements. At least it's working. I had initial problems hooking the camera up.

Noto bene: Next time I do this, I *must* have my own laptop and wireless, if not aircard capability. This being a slave to other people's gear is bullshit.

I'm barely awake today. Didn't sleep well, but I think that's more the time change still screwing with me than anything else. That and missing the hell out of my family and mourning my little cat. It hits me at odd moments. Last night, it was 2 AM, I woke up reaching for my kitty and remembered that she was gone.

Yeah.

But other than that, it's a perfect crisp day here today. Bring on the photos! If I'm lucky, and I feel up for it, I'm going to shoot from the top of the Basilica today. Ha! Camera, ho!
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Ready! Set! Fight!

I finally caught up with some of the other American artists today at the Biennale. Had an awesome time gossiping it up and checking out the art.

But something was said that made me think.

Some snarky comments were made about how not all the art being shown was that great and really was the kind of thing that you would see at a sidewalk art show.

It may just be me, but here's the thing for me: All art deserves to be out there. And yes, on the same walls in the Biennale. There's a place for the familiar and landscape that you'd see on your parents' wall in the sitting room. It can't all be Great Art. Because then there'd be no way for there to *be* Great Art, would there? I am reminded of The Incredibles where Dash rightly opines that saying everyone is special is the same as saying that no one is.

But some things truly are special.

And some art is just meant to be what it is. Nothing more, nothing less. It's not meant to lay you out on your ass. It's not meant to overwhelm you.

And that's okay.

But then I'm weird that way. I've never felt that art was a club where only the cool were allowed in. That's what I love about art. How it can be the great equalizer. It doesn't matter who you are or where you're from. If you make something that moves *you*, it will find someone else that it moves.

It's more than enough for me.

* * *

Happy Hannukah, everyone! Tomorrow morning, I'll try to parse into real words what I thought of the David today. Right now, I'm still in the struck dumb phase. See above. Not everything can be the David...

Oh, and obvee more photos. :) In the meantime, more went up. http://www.flickr.com/photos/angelanhunt

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