Monday, March 27, 2006

The End

Yesterday was the final day of the Seattle Erotic Art Festival, a very successful show for me. Unfortunately my fourth piece, "Event Horizon" (above) didn't sell. But when I was picking up that piece after the show, I got several nice compliments from Festival staff, including the organizer, who said it was on her short list for purchases. She sheepishly admitted it was beat out by a print of a work by H.R. Giger, world famous erotic artist, known for his design work on the Ridley Scott's film Alien. I told her, sincerely, that was the nicest rejection I'd ever received.

No time for post-partum depression, as I am busy preparing work for the post-SEAF show at Art/Not Terminal, which opens April 8. With "Event Horizon" not selling, it actually takes a bit of pressure off, knowing at least I have that one museum-quality piece ready to submit. But because I always like to have backup, I'm having two other pieces framed as well.

Of course if anyone likes the piece above or is interested in purchasing a print of any of the work you see here on my blog, feel free to contact me.

Congratulations to all the artists in the Festival, and thanks to everyone who attended, and for the many compliments I received.

Sunday, March 26, 2006

Quote of the Day

"[I]ndifference to objective truth is encouraged by the sealing off of one part of the world from another, which makes it harder and harder to discover what is actually happening. There can often be doubt about the most enormous events ... The calamities that are constantly being reported - battles, massacres, famines, revolutions - tend to inspire in the average person a feeling of unreality. One has no way of verifying the facts, one is not even fully certain that they have happened, and one is always presented with totally different interpretations from different sources. Probably the truth is undiscoverable but the facts will be so dishonestly set forth in that the ordinary reader can be forgiven either for swallowing lies or for failing to form an opinion ..." - George Orwell, "Notes on Nationalism," 1945. (Hat tip to Andrew Sullivan)

Going Once, Going Twice, Sold!

Saturday night offered the auction portion of the Seattle Erotic Art Festival. It was my second festival, but the first time I'd ever had my work in an auction, so I had that giddy nervousness-of-the-new. Scott Aitken encouraged me to come sit and watch the auction when my piece was up, and I was hesitant at first--what if nobody bid on it, or it bid very low? But I figured what the hell, I wanted to see how it worked, so I went and watched. I didn't know until I was sitting down that when one's work came up, the auctioneer asked the person to stand up, but I compromised and raised my hand instead. Then my piece, "Have," came up, "vauled at $300. Let's start the bidding at $150...." Silence. I tensed up. Then the auctioneer asked "$125" and someone bid. I relaxed a bit. Then when she asked for $150 again, silence. Then Scott raised his hand to bid, which surprised and delighted me. (Thanks, Scott!). That got the ball rolling, and the bidding started going up, aided one other time by Scott, but ended up topping out at $200 bid by a patron other than Scott. Not bad, as two of the three other works in the show sold for $300 and $500. I was pleased that it sold above the reserve price, and that it wasn't a humilation. The glass is $200 full, which I will immediately reinvest in prints or frames or equipment.

One more day of the SEAF to go, only noon to 5pm, and one last piece remains unsold. If it doesn't sell, I'll bring it home tonight, and then include it in the post-SEAF show at Art/Not Terminal gallery on April 8th. If it sells, the money goes back into getting another print framed.

It's been a great show, successful both financially and artistically, helping to motivate me to market myself even more aggressively this year. I'm excited...

Saturday, March 25, 2006

Shot by Scott

As promised, a sample from my shoot with Scott Dunn. Our Image Collective photography group decided each member should shoot another, and Scott got my name in the random drawing. I was very pleased, as I love Scott's work and enjoy his friendship. I liked having the tables turned and being in front of the camera, not because I'm particularly good-looking, but because I like to see how other photographers work, and to see how it feels to be a model. It informs my own technique for when I'm the one clicking the shutter. Yes, the "Cylon-Goatee" is gone--for now--but I'm growing it back before I attend International Mister Leather in Chicago in May.

Another Day, Another Sale

Tonight was "costume night" at the Seattle Erotic Art Festival and the Official Opening Night for the public. My good friend Ron Baylor accompanied me. I wore my good ol' chaps and a leather vest (and froze on the cab ride over). Ron wore jeans, boots, and a beautiful longsleeved shirt made completely of stainless-steel chain mail. He made quite the splash, collecting compliments from staff and attendees alike. I told him he should have just stood in a corner with a price tag on the wall nearby. Ah, art. He found a nice vintage-style nude photo he just HAD to have, and I just smiled and watched him get $250 poorer. But it's a lovely piece he'll pick up on Sunday when the show ends.

And someone else will go home with another work of mine--another entry of mine sold:"Fluor Essence," a photo of Mark Bryant, my personal trainer. I'm thrilled, as this will help pay back all the money I spent framing the pieces. It also feels validating personally and artistically.

Two other framed photographs remain unsold--one in the auction (which happens Saturday night) and another hanging in the main show, which also happens to be the most expensively priced. Time will tell. But this means I also have to scramble tomorrow to get some photos framed and ready for the post-SEAF show at Art/NotTerminal gallery on April 8. I'm feeling an nice forward inertia, and I want to make the most of it.

Right now, I just need sleep...

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Within Reach

Busy week getting ready for the Seattle Erotic Art Festival. Tonight was the Artists & Invited Guests Only gala, tomorrow it opens to the public. It's late, I need sleep, and will post a longer report tomorrow. But the good news is one of my four pieces already sold for $500: "Reach," the photo seen above. Not a bad start when the public hasn't even attended yet. Details to come....

Monday, March 20, 2006

Anything But Equinoxious

Some vernal verse, courtesy of Robert Patrick, (seen below with the heart floating over his head).

The solar-lunar chasing game
Today makes day and night the same
Seven hundred twenty minutes
Which in most religious tenets
Is occasion for some ritual
Hootenannying habitual,
Honoring the daylight's lengthening,
And the soul's supposed strengthening.

Stars told farmers when to plant,
But it soon became a cant.
The agricultural adviser
Ever claiming to be wiser,
His constituents deceiving
That from gods he was receiving
Calculations astronomical,
Which no one considered comical.

By such devious device,
Each equinox and each solstice
Became occasions for soul-searching,
Shaming, blamng, burning, birching,
The seer mutated in each climate
Into shaman, rabbi, primate,
And the days acquired new monickers--
Easters, Ramadans, and Hanukahs.

Population these days swarms
In great cities, not on farms.
Holidays once spaced for growing
Go for drinking, buying, owing,
But among displays spectacular
(Here I sink to the vernacular),
Followers forever foolable
Slip the seers cash in-cal-cu-la-ble.

What's In A Name?

Good to know that the Gay Agenda continues to appear in the strangest places. Snacks anyone? (Shockwave player required.)

Sunday, March 19, 2006

Weakend Weak End

Busy couple of days (even by Gemini standards): Did a photoshoot of a man I'd begged for nearly a decade to pose for me (photos coming soon if he signs a release). Then posed for a member of Image Collective (photos coming soon when I get permission from him). Lots of last-minute work to get four framed pieces ready for the Seattle Erotic Art Festival next weekend. (Anybody got a black turtleneck I can borrow to wear for the opening night Invitation-Only Party on Thursday? Or should I just go all out and wear the chaps?) Worked to help my good friend (and brilliant photographer/designer in his own right) Jay Gumm revise my website to showcase my photography. The Andy Establishment's previous online incarnation marketed my peculiar brand of t-shirts, but then A Certain Global Corporation didn't like my satirical take on their logo and I got a lovely little cease-and-decist letter in the post. Hmmm.

Someone once told me you aren't a success in America until you get sued. But these days we have GITMO detention camps and arrest-without-charge is the judicial du jour, so we'll pick our battles carefully here in AndyLand (a term which hopefully doesn't infringe of the copyright of a kiddie board game of a similar name) so we took the site down for much-overdo retooling to make it more about my photography.

To quote a great sage, "I meant to do that..."

Hearts and Minds

My favorite photo of my good friend Robert Patrick of Los Angeles, the smartest wittiest person I know. In 2000, my parents and I were visiting L.A., and we went to lunch with Robert. As we parked at the restaurant, we spotted a plane drawing hearts over the Valley. So I snapped the shot as is, no Photoshopping here.
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Saturday, March 18, 2006

"Forgive me, for I know not yet what I'm doing." Posted by Picasa

Initiation is like Initiative, or Rock/Paper/Scissors/Flatscreen

And so begins my contribution to the blogosphere, after years of reading the works of friends and enemies alike. About time I upload or shut-up.

I'm excited as well as wary, realizing that in the rush to Make Everything Digital, the culture continues the abandonment of media more permanent and concrete (stone and paper) for the ethereal, intangible strings of electrons and magnetic fields, giddy for the bells and whistles (and viruses and privacy issues) of cyberspace. Maybe that's part of the allure--the ghosts in our machines--as much as the excitment of knowing one can poke buttons and in seconds people see and read it all over the globe.

It's the opposite of Las Vegas, isn't it? What one puts there, gets out there.

I also realize that I already spend an inordinate amount of my own time in front of a computer. I work as a product manager at an internet-based company, nine hours a day, most of it at a keyboard. I come home and usually spend the rest of my evening chatting with friends around Seattle, the country, the world, while working on my photography and design projects. If I could compute while sleeping, I'd probably do that as well.

So it only makes sense I dive into the pool. Where's my waterwings?....