blathering on.

Today we're recouping from doing a two day show in Naperville, IL.  It was a good show  -- and we pushed pretty hard to get there.  As often is the case, we made work up until the last minute of departure, then drove to the show.  It was only about four and a half hours.  Then, a bit of fast sleep, wake up early, set up the booth, and spend the day talking to folks who happen to wander by.  Sunday was a much better day - a number of friends came by that know my from other Chicago-area shows.  We did get to tear down in a pretty decent rain, which always makes it interesting...

Thinking about it, we really met some great people.

I tend to have many conversations about "steampunk".  If you don't know what it is, Google is your friend.  Or, perhaps, Wikipedia.  Ok, I'll wait while you look....     ready?   While I've never considered steampunk my definitive direction (I learned about quite awhile after making the type of work I make...), I'm glad it's out there.  I learned about it first as a literary genre, and saw it (and continue to see it) blossom.  Cool stuff.  I also think there's more out there - more to do.  I don't want to fit any of my work into a box of any sort.  An "alternate" box is still a box. I like to think my work will go much further than my current imaginations.

Had some good conversations about it though.  That's something about art shows - it gives one the possibility of somewhat random conversations with somewhat random people.  While one could argue that conversations as such are always possible, trying chasing random people down the street to have conversations about steampunk, aliens, the laws of attraction, WWII tank prisms, arduino in art, or familial history.  (no, I won't post your bail.)  Those types of conversations need a setup, a venue, some sort of safety factor.  I don't know why shows create it, but they do.  It's one of my joys.  I can have a financially terrible show, and feel like it was worth my time because of a few good conversations.

Ok, time to lure in the Sandman.  Apparently I did something to peeve him off, because largely he seems to avoid me.  Hail, insomnia.

nite.