Yesterday, a portion of it anyhoo, became Studio Management Moment, a slight variation (although similar of focus) of Pixel Management: order, and delivery of happiness.
Did not find anything forgotten, although I did finally unearth the lost pair of secondary lunettes underneath some cam-related cords and the like.
This is the pair of lunettes purchased up in TO whilst up there with Karen to see a full day and pair of eyeballs' worth of films, docs, and movies.
Yesterday evening made some fine portraits of Steve Kurtz of recent dismissal fame for the Shiney Happy Mag.


One day motoring down Steve's street it occurred to me that his home's facade is rather iconic at this point - see the image used for his pending Hallwalls show, Seized. The corner of Mass and College was transformed into HazMat @ FreakOut with a guy being de-scuzzed in his HazMat ensemble as curious/bemused/empathetic neighbors look on.
As Steve and Lucia pointed out last evening, the neighbor's are within legshot of this mysterious anti-bacteria chem that is being sprayed with abandon.
So, here is Steve on his porch, in very a very different phase of his life.
He said last night that he feels that he is in the midst of a type of post-traumatic stress disorder. Assuredly, he is.
His Hallwalls gig opens on Saturday, June 7th with usual hoopla.
I plan on spending time with him the week of the installation and making more images of him during said op.

Last night, after Kurtz ports, and dinner with Annie, headed over to AJ and Ani's studio party and ended up staying there long enough to meet some new characters, visit with several friends, learn some new fun facts, and skip the bands at Adam Mickeys'.
Some of the SGB girls and I spoke to a guy we saw at Adam Mickey's on Dyngus Day, a man who was enthralled with the op to speak to a grouping of interesting ladies en masse.
And he rose to the occasion, bragging about how he loves to love the ladies.
So last night I asked him if he did recall his spiel about Pleasure.
He assured me that he did not.
Annie went on to paraphrase a not-so-funny joke he told us about the diff between Polish and German people stuck on a deserted island. Proof that he may have indeed enjoyed some bragadoccio this past DD.
I met a feisty femme who regaled Yours Truly with a tale about having a wee bit too much tequila and literally kicking a guy out her car - while it was motoring along Pine Street in Niagara Falls.
I liked her sass.
I asked if she'd like to be one of my arts and crafts ladies during Artists & Models.
I told her she could not let people leave my installation unless they'd decorated the folders that their Polaroids will be sold to them in, to her approval.
Kerly and Sparky showed up, AJ and Ani were doing the host-hostess dance of skirmishing about making sure to replenish the cheese boards and such.
As Ani knows circles, AJ knows cheese.

Just back from a quick jaunt to see the still-unfinished, newly-opened Erie Canal Terminus and scatterbrained environs.





YT finds it rare that wall/site-notes really explicate matters at hand.
There are some large holes left in the terminus narrative, but it's a fab start.
One real klunker are the large plastic letters on the steel bridge that spell out COMMERCIALSLIP. The wiring to make them glow is hanging. These words really cheapen up the joint.
A lunch counter or dining option other than the onsite hotdog pushcart should be next on the docket.

Docked Love.