Goodbye 2016

This year I did not send Christmas cards, I sent New Year cards instead.  (I'll post it tomorrow.)

In November, I resigned my seat on the Fayette County Public Arts Committee. The more things change, the more they stay the same.  Buy me a beer sometime and I'll tell you the story.....Let's just say the biggest, baddest, and best lesson of the last year is when you find yourself in a place that is no longer fun and the situation is taking up all of your spare time. Do something about it.  

I haven't entered into as many exhibitions this year. I am looking to write more. I think I am going back to my idea of a collection of essays based on my experiences in photography.  My goodness there is a gold mine loaded with chunks of great material there!

To end 2016, here is a photo of the moon last night.  Just a Cheshire Cat Smile....

Photo Tape Up Exhibit at PTC Library

Drop off a photo this week!

Put Your Money (or Your Time) Where Your Mouth Is....

Last night I became a member of a restructured Fayette County Public Art Committee. For those familiar with this blog -- you know last September, November, December, and January I posted my feelings of the old committee and their direction. Other county residents and I began attending meetings and voicing our concerns.

In March the Board of Commissioners voted to restructure the committee and all spots were up for consideration. Twenty-three people stepped up to interview for the eleven open positions of the new committee. Thankfully, the two commissioners conducting the interviews felt that I was qualified to be one of the new members.

I want to thank everyone offering support and encouragement through this time. I have endured many insults and accusations. Now it is time to hit the ground running and embrace this opportunity to change. Change is a powerful word. I feel that if you do criticize, you need to be prepared to make a difference if afforded the chance.

Prince

Five weeks ago, I learned Prince was coming to Atlanta.

Four weeks ago, the day after Prince tickets went on sale, I had two. 

Three weeks ago, just as we were preparing to leave to head to the city, the show was postponed.

Two weeks ago, the concert was on and was awesome.

One week ago, as I sat down to a picnic lunch with friends in the most amazing private garden, a text popped up on my phone from my husband telling me the news.

Besides the memory of an amazing performance from someone, obviously in the midst of a struggle no one really knew about, I will always remember the atmosphere in the theater. The woman sitting next to me was super excited, telling me how her mother took her to see Prince in 1985 and how she has loved him ever since. The couple behind us, well, the woman, was expressing her displeasure of waiting on the sidewalk, by herself, for her friend/husband (?) to arrive. His response to that was to shift the conversation to marvel at the scene from earlier when Prince road past us outside and waved from the backseat of a black Suburban. During the performance I looked around me; down, behind, across rows of people packed into every seat, dancing in their seats, waving their arms, singing, loving Prince. 

Prince performing Heroes in honor of David Bowie