The Care and Feeding of an Art Exhibition

The inscription on the table is from Icarus Again, one of my stories in New Lives. Photo: J.Paradisi

The inscription on the table is from Icarus Again, one of my stories in New Lives. Photo: J.Paradisi

   I just got back from PNCA, where my art exhibit/installation The Acorn Contains the Tree is available for public viewing upstairs in 214 Gallery. I’d stopped by to check on the exhibit after working at the clinic for a few hours this morning. Oh crap, three spotlights had burned out! So, we got a ladder and David replaced the burned out bulbs for me, because I get dizzy on ladders. I took 409 cleaner to the fingerprints someone left on one of the little chairs. I know white surfaces are tempting to fill, but as a general rule, unless you are invited to do so by the artist, don’t touch the artwork, please.

   It’s remarkable how well the cake has held up in the summer heat. I replenished the stack of postcards for the show on the little black table by the elevator. A copy of New Lives: Nurses’  Stories about Caring for Babies is on that table, in case a viewer wants to read my stories (my business cards mark the pages). The stories supplement the Artist Statement.

The inscription on the table in the photo reads:

In time, I gained a small amount of peace knowing that his parents were able to hold him one last time. He did not die in the night skies of Oregon, a rare Icarus in a haywire Greek myth.”

The line is from my short story Icarus Again, published in New Lives: Nurses’ about Caring for Babies.

   The show runs through July 30th.