by luddite lady on 07 Jun 2009 12:01
The panel discussion was great fun, in a subdued, artsy, lord-it's-only-10:30 a.m kind of way. All three photographers were engaging, entertaining and informative. Andy is good friends with the other two. That made the atmosphere very relaxed and intimate, like they were sharing antecdotes at a dinner party. But it was early for them. At some point each photographer was in the middle of a long story, on to the second or third example to back up their answer when they had to stop and say, "Uh, what was the question again?
As they spoke their photos were being shown in a loop on a screen behind them. I had forgotten to take my son's ten year old sensibilities into account when taking him to this art show, which of course, included some dudes. I was reminded when The Boy uttered "Gross!" under his breath a few times and then asked if all these boob shots were really necessary. We made a system that he'd look away at all the offending shots and that I'd bump his elbow to tell him when it was "safe" to look. There was one particularly artsy shot that had looped at least three times before The Boy realized it was one to look away for. I think Andy might have noticed our going ons. At one point he turned around to look at the photo on the screen and then smiled in my direction as my son was staring at the side exit sign. Later when Andy let out the fuck word, he apologized while looking toward my boy and me. At the end, The Boy said, "Surprisingly, I found this really interesting." A few years from now, when I come across a porn magazine in my son's room, I'll have wonderful ammunition to use against him.
We were well represented with Grace, same ol' and hubby, Bongo Boy and his Bongo Girl, Chris (aka Copelandos) and Jock (Sorry, if I got your name mixed up on the last one there). SkaMan slipped in just before things got under way. Most of us were sitting in one long row. Andy mentioned something about doing four shows in Toronto and then made a sweeping action in our direction and said, "I imagine some of you were there for one or two." Even without our obnoxious green, we are recognizable.
Afterwards was a bit confusing as there had been no announced book signing but the artist started signing books right on stage. They then announced that there was a table in the lobby for signing. At first there was only Gibson out there and no Andy to be found. By the time Andy did show up the line was quite long. I had bought Andy's photography book and so I got in line to have it signed. There was one person in front of me when organizers said they had to wrap it up and wisked Andy away. Bummer! It was especially annoying that people were getting CD's and other stuff signed when the organizers were telling people that it was only a signing for the photography book. Ah well. Afterwards at the pub Grace and sameol' pretended to be Andy and signed my book. Now it looks like Andy signed it twice with two distinct signatures and everything. The comment Andy wrote when being channelled by Grace was especially poignant and funny: "Life is full of disappointments" The book is now sitting proudly on my living room coffee table and works well with the black and white photos that decorate the room.
In Dallas, the only game that really mattered was in the word gamelan.