I walked my child down the aisle today and gave her away. She now belongs to another but will always remain mine. The lighting system they installed is phenomenal and really brings the piece to life by washing it with daylight. The installation process was a bit tedious, but after squaring up the piece and smoothing out the puckers, the framing went smoothly, if not slowly. The weird thing is that the painting looks much larger than it did in the studio. Though large, it fits the space nicely without overwhelming it. The staff at the SOG will have an opportunity view the piece before they cover it for the public unveiling. As for me, I shall sleep the sleep of the dead, wake up, watch the world cup final, eat, then sleep some more until Monday when I'll go and clean out the studio. (Sigh)
Much thanks to Random Gott for all his expertise and help with the installation!
As for my friend Kory who made the trip with me - I fear only a slice of carrot cake from the Nantucket Grill will revive him after such a long day.
“Sometimes, stretched at ease in the shade of a roadside tree, we watch the motions of a laborer in a distant field, and after a time, begin to wonder languidly as to what the fellow may be at. We watch the movements of his body, the waving of his arms, we see him bend down, stand up, hesitate, begin again. It may add to the charm of an idle hour to be told the purpose of his exertions. If we know he is trying to lift a stone, to dig a ditch, to uproot a stump, we look with a more real interest at his efforts; we are disposed to condone the jar of his agitation upon the restfulness of the landscape; and even, if in a brotherly frame of mind, we may bring ourselves to forgive his failure. We understood his object, and, after all, the fellow has tried, and perhaps he had not the strength, and perhaps he had not the knowledge. We forgive, go on our way, and forget.
And so it is with the workman of art."
-Joseph Conrad, preface to "The Nigger of the Narcissus"