'Second Seating', not bigger than the long-ago 1985 'Silicon Stones' at Houston Center for Photography. All are of similar scope. This current project, like the others, simply needs an admin assistant on board. Because the devil is always in the details. There is so much stuff that must not fall through the cracks. There are so many people with whom to keep in touch or to whom questions must be addressed. The biggest question is always, as Cindy used to say, 'Did we move the meter today?"
I remember my friend Sally's enquiry about four months before the opening of 'Second Seating', "How's the art coming?" My answer? "The art? I'm still raising money so art can be made." I might add that art for 'Second Seating' was to be installed in a very unlikely space that demanded electrical circuitry on the ceiling, a City of Houston occupancy permit and more than a few interior walls built and painted. And so it goes, once again.
The Silver Street Studio exhibition space is vast and very white and must be broken up visually to give our images a sense of intimacy. The costs of printing long-ago photos in new ways will cost several thousands of dollars. Matting and framing, affixing murals to walls and projecting a specific image on to a great swath of fabric suspended from the ceiling - well, it all has a cost. One knows this going into a project and yet, one is also in denial. It always works out. And I am always in a breathless mode throughout.
Patsy continues to say, "Small." And I continue to see this vast white space and envision what it will take to bring it under our spell.
We know our images have power. We know that women will be moved by them and there will be countless stories to share. And we will persevere.