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sometimes i
feel like a total screw-up.
i have this art vein i'm exploring where i order
custom jigsaw puzzles of photos which i select for
interchangeability
of elements. this tactile mashing up is an
inexact form of editing that highlights the
artificiality of imagery. the puzzles arrive in
large completed sections shrink-wrapped to
cardboard flats, easy to assemble and then switch
out piece
for piece. except this time, when to my
horror they arrived all
jumbled up in separate bags, 500 pieces
each. the puzzles are sort of cheap with very
little variety as to shape of individual
pieces and i don't create them for the joy of
assembly, so there are huge monochromatic swaths
that make them almost impossible
to complete traditionally.
they got here wednesday and i needed it done by
saturday. given long odds, my normal reaction is
to just give up, but for some reason this time i
simply buckled down. i reached out to friends for
their assistance. social media didn't work, but
individual calls and texts did. michael j. came
wednesday and i was surprised to learn some people
have never done puzzles, but it was good to have
company anyway. i thought thursday would bring
more progress with matt
b., an engineer, but he was a rookie, too!
live and learn. finally, on friday, sarah my ringer
came all the way back from richland for the
weekend and we managed to get just enough done to
create the image you see here, which i glued
together around noon on saturday and had hanging
in saraswati's gallery a few hours later (with a
client meeting in between).
the moral of this story is the fuckup made for
better art in the end. the struggle and
limitations led to a livelier result, one that
surpassed my original vision. embrace your
mistakes.
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