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  • Grand Rapids Day 2 or the day that ended with a very nice phone call

    Day two was another lovely day working in the fishbowl. I got to witness a three car fender bender that netted me a captive audience of folks clutching their insurance and registration cards.

    So that I wouldn’t come up short on work time I began unpacking and assembling the sleeve sculpture today too.

    Although this last image is from the start of the day, it pretty much documents where I was when I got the call from the Pollock Krasner Foundation informing me that I had just been selected for an individual artist grant. I think it will become more real when I get through the usual nerves and anxiety that occupy a build out as intense as the current one. Needless to say this honor coupled with the recent south carolina arts commission fellowship insures that I can keep playing artist for another year(with just a little less anxiety). It is pretty amazing since both of these grant applications went out almost exactly a year ago and I remember feeling like I was casting a fishing pole down a well of paper and cd-roms, hoping for a nibble. So here we are a year later, I am still on a ladder weaving sticks, and my phone rings with an unknown new york number. I almost didn’t take the call, but am so glad I did(if only all unknown numbers brought such awesome news). Well I am going to curl up and collapse until day three begins.