Monday, November 21, 2005

The invitation has gone out!

The weather has turned, and so it seems, has the mood of the season. With the US celebration of Thanksgiving fast approaching, I am trying to crawl out from under the end of year workload that all Artist's go through. Such as reconciling all of those rejection letters, and sourcing new hope for new projects. The rug is still dominating my studio life - and has stretched more than 18" in the last week. I just keep crocheting! Here is the invitation from Commissioner Adam's office for the gathering on First Thursday on December 1st. I think we will all enjoy a little celebration by then.
ciao,
zen@ovoo.com

Thursday, November 17, 2005

The butterfly rug is emerging...


The rug is hanging and seems to be metaphorically evolving like a butterfly! Now that it is up, it is also extremely daunting in size, scale and sheer impact of the project. Thankfully, I had a friend help me to manage the volume of the rug as we grunted and puffed our way through hanging it over the balcony of the 'cocktail deck' in the studio. This weekend I start the ladder work - standing on it, trailing the plastic, and literally crocheting in situ - it is the only way I can get to the mid sections to do the finish work. As the rug hangs it is dropping under it's own weight - and has stretched itself out more than four feet in both directions. What you can see is the rug folded in half length ways. It is 6 squares by 10 squares.
zen@ovoo.com

Monday, November 14, 2005

The rug is like a chrysalis


It is Monday morning, and the new artist will be opening his/her installation about now. I wonder if the employees will have any reaction, or even notice a change - or have the ripples from last month dissipated? I can't wait to get to the studio again - the rug will be hung tomorrow, to let the weight of it stretch out the final design. Not all of the pieces are assembled yet - that will happen the week before Thanksgiving.

Friday, November 11, 2005

Structuring the unstructured

There is always a fair amount of envy from my non-artist friends over my 'lack of a job'. There is a completely misplaced perception that 'artist's don't work very hard or much, and that they are undisciplined'. These same 'friends' kick and moan about how 'their job takes up too much of their time' and yet, it is not like they are doing anything with passion in their off hours!

What usually happens is when these friends have significant down time, 'unemployed for long periods of time', they have no clue as to how they must structure their time to be productive. One of the hardest things to do is self-direct your energies - and one of the easiest things to do is to hide behind your job, using it as the perpetual excuse and always griping 'if I didn't have to work I would be.......'

I have had two people tell me the same thing this week - they don't like to work very hard! Give me a break!! Either work harder and get to where you want to be, or stop expecting the world to deliver your life to you. It is this sense of entitlement that is the most galling. Especially as it is always this same type of person that wants to glob onto you when you have success (and they don't)! Take responsibility for your choice to not work hard and go find others that have the same outlook. Humans are self-selecting - I hang with other equally hard working and highly disciplined artists.

So, how has my life been this week - interesting and busy! I've only walked 20 miles, because the destination is closer to home. The rug is coming along nicely, and now requires two people to lift and move it. There will be photo's early next week. The daily structure is quite different now - I start around 10 in the morning and work through until 1- 2am. That gig in the Portland building was a cinch in comparison!
zen@ovoo.com

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

Listening to your own voice



Yesterday was a day of work in silence with no conversation. Sometimes the thoughts get a bit raucous, but the isolation is incredibly powerful for the art work. Nothing quite like being a middle aged woman laughing at your own jokes when you are on your own! Anyhow, Jolly brought me this cartoon published in the New Yorker a couple of weeks ago. Credit is readily given to the artist and the content is too apt to the project for me to overlook.

Tuesday, November 08, 2005

A new life with the rug


It is different now, sitting alone, crocheting. No lobby, no faces of misery as people come in to work. Just silence, and the swish of the material as I work on the border. :-)
zen@ovoo.com

Sunday, November 06, 2005

The Office Assistant - Do you miss me yet?

It was a little weird and lonely coming in to the space tonight, with just the security guard for company. Al had waited for me around 5, but I was delayed due to circumstances well beyond my control. Thanks for waiting though Al. Someone called the rug a snow drift when it was laying on the floor, all bundled up upon itself. I kept thinking of an image from a morning commute early in the project - when Portland was fog bound.

While I was wrapping and tieing the rug into a secure bundle, I started to think through the process of judgement. There was a distinct correlation to when people started calling the rug 'beautiful' and when it was hung up high on the wall. Prior to that moment, there certainly was a lot of consternation and judgement!Thankfully, this didn't stop a group of students from interacting with it though. Another favorite image is of baby Charley, who came to visit. It is so remarkable having a baby in your arms. Especially when you have just crocheted one honking big baby rug!

What always surprises me though is how people will readily judge a static object, but won't say directly what is on their mind if they are addressing a person. For this installation, I am the artwork - the rug is a product of my performance. You have to judge me! Like I am an object. It is interesting to note how many of you 'judged' the rug and when. It is as if you didn't know how to identify art in a new format, but once you saw something that you could equate as 'art', i.e. something hanging on the wall, then you couuld judge!

The last Friday was more emotional than I thought it would be. Being the tough old chook that I am of course. Chris came by and jived for a bit, both with his yellow glasses on and off. Eastern Oregon University sent another ground force along to check out what this project was all about. Lyle, Doug (who have an unknown political affiliations), Chris and Tim (who are both proud Independants); but I think that Jolynn might have been edging towards Republican......hmm, Jolynn, I think we need to 'talk'.....

Ned came down for a chat, after watching this for 4 weeks. He is an Office Assistant, and in the unusual position of holding the same education qualifications as the managers that he supports. Having applied for more than 400 jobs in the last year, he absolutely understands the premise of this installation, rather well! Dan and Bean are both artists and had come to the space to see if they would submit an application for the next cycle. Our discussion very quickly centered on how you must invent a choice for yourself, otherwise it all slips away, rather quickly at times. Benjamin is a recent grad of Marylhurst so we talked art of course.

Joy was checking out the listings on Portland Travel, and came to visit the project. Michala is originally from Czech, so of course we talked about all things Czech, including their craft traditions. Todd is another employee who had surreptitiously avoided the project for the entire month, chosing to interact literally in the last half an hour. His philosophy is "why watch the entire season when you can catch it all in the last episode!". OK. Todd is a Directors Executive Assistant who also likes to snorkel. I think he is trying to snorkel under the rug, given the color of his face in there!! David has quietly helped out the installation from his desk across the way. More than once he as acted as Messenger, which is appreciated and shared the secrets of levitation. The last image captured before the batteries went out is Mike. We were able to spend quite some time chatting late in the afternoon. He knew all about security, having worked in politics in Hawaii for many years. It was simple - if the Democrats lost an election, he was out of a job. After some years when his children had grown and left home, and his wife had sadly passed away, Mike decided that it was time for him to 'do what he really wants to do', so he joined a seminary. There he met his current wife, an ordained Minister.

Mary from RACC shouted me a bus ticket so that I could ride home and be dry, rather than walk those 4 famous miles one last time. Numerous participants in the project stopped by, and said farewell to the rug and to myself. Now we continue through the blog, until the rug comes back on the 1st of December.

Thanks to everyone that has been filling out the Performance Reviews too. All feedback is appreciated.
zen@ovoo.com

Friday, November 04, 2005

The Office Assistant - Final Friday - Performance Reviews

Well, the last day of this job is here. But the blog will continue until the rug is installed in City Hall on December 1.

As part of the feedback process, you are all invited to submit a Performance Review. It is electronic, and easy to use. You will find the link under the link to 'blog'. Here is the path:
www.ovoo.com
Click on 'the office assistant'
Click on 'performance review'

This is my job - I come to work each day and crochet. I am crocheting a rug or blanket - a metaphor for security, and in this installation, a comment on how a job can be your security, or not. The blanket is made of plastic, which provides little warmth and seems to undermine the purpose of it all! And yet, emerging from the chrysallis is something quite unexpected. You can see the art of my work. I AM doing what I REALLY want to do.

The routine has been established, along with the necessary commute to work. Judgements have been passed, both informed and uninformed. Relatonships have been built, from positions of support as well as positions of criticism. The process of thinking has begun. I have learnt a lot. Thankyou.

I look forward to your feedback.

And if I wasn't such a tough old chook, I would suck up hard, and say how 'wonderful, amazing and beautiful you all are'. But I won't. :-)

Will you miss this when it's gone?
z

The Office Assistant - Answers to those questions

After a month of having people drop by to sit in the chair and chat, the answers to those 4 questions seem to be crystal clear and brilliant in their illumination.

So, what do you REALLY want to do?

Most of you (willing and unwillingly) struggled with the answers, and described something that was an action or activity. Such as "I really want to open a small business, or to be xyz or to travel etc ....." Five people out of more than 400 gave an answer based on a value set, and came back to me to tell me how they had struggled with the questions simply because of this distinction between action and associations around that word "do". These typical replies were "I really want to be doing something that demonstrates my ability to be appreciative......" or "I really want to be more honorable....." or "I really want to be more aware of others.....". By viewing their life's work based on a value set, rather than an activity, they didn't struggle with the following questions. Try it - identify a value set rather than an action, and see how the questions line up congruently. See how these choices cascade through the other questions - "if there are 24 hours of existence left, what would you do?" And "if you had one year to live, what would you do?" Only one person gave me my own words back, literally letter for letter, and she is a visitor from Atlanta, who came to the lobby with her friend, also an artist, for an entirely different reason and stumbled upon the quilt.

As Becky has commmented in an earlier post - it is surprising how many of you took the position based on assumption, that the implication to these questions is that your choice is boring and the only 'correct' answer is to be 'an artist'. Nup. Way off base. The point of the exercise was to challenge you - make you think. Are you REALLY doing what you want to do? This installation has never been a judgement about your job - you have judged that yourselves, and revealed that through your answers to these questions. This installation has always been based on the commentary that people can and do use their job as their security, and as shown by the answers to the questions, the job they are currently doing is not always the 'one thing' that they really want to be doing.

So why do you stay?
And if you stay, do you take responsibility for your choice?

Anyhow, in the midst of all of this, there has been a vocal antiwar demonstration pass in front of the building. Michael came by and between us I think we can speak about 5 words of French! The Gang from Deloitte and Touche did an audit on the spot - Holly, Quinn, Meghan and Ben.

Brandon adopted the project early on, but it took a month before he cycled back to the chair. Erica has been watching this from the first day as well, along with Marsha Marsha Marsha and Michael is a poet and stained glass artist.

I was really thrilled when Jolly sat down and explained how her opinion of this project has changed 180 degrees - she is not the only one to have taken a journey as the rug has grown. Ben was visiting the building for another reason and came to enquire, stay and chat. It was one of those conversations that you want to go on for another cuppa at least! Kathy surprised me with her comment in the book, written in Czech, and of course we swapped stories about the Czech Republic. Molly and Peter re-acquainted themselves at the rug - and Peter's coat tried hard to be flourescent but it was a bit early I think.

Pamela spends all of her time making things, while Suzette was a sheer joy to visit with and see her reaction to the texture of the rug. Amber and Tracy are Court Clerks which are the judicial equivalents to Office Assistants I think. Tom came by from the Metro HQ, bringing some great ideas and enthusiasm. Robin speaks Australian, which is a higher language form that only a few of us have mastered! The fact that two of us have been in this building at the same time for a month, should be cause for concern. We are organizing....

In the midst of all of this, Mary Jo introduced me to the Mayor Tom Potter, who popped over for a fitting for his personal shawl (after I finish the one for Portlandia that is!) Diane works with Drummond (who I don't have an image of, but who does consume Dorita's around 4 pm each afternoon. Drummond is off sick this week - bad Dorito!). Jamie is an ex-dancer and Cliff counts cars.
Kenneth works in Commissioner Leonard's office in City Hall, just around the corner from 'Governor' Sam Adam's office. Helen from RACC popped in - Brian the Brit came for a chat, even though is he 'old but not cold'.

Aimee is a member of an informal knitting group in the building and brought her work done. Talent! Christine, Tracy, Heather and Laurie are all from Eastern Oregon University, and are a group of women that display a healthy mix of Art and Business. What a hoot! And what a lively discussion was had about art and business et. al. Robyn is visiting from Washington DC although her heart is in the Pacific Northwest. Kathy came by enroute to First Thursday over at City Hall. We are practically neighbours, it turns out! She also told a story of how she lost her job due to Watergate. There is a lot more to all of this than what I can squeeze into this blog. :-)

One more post, and then off on my commute.
z

Wednesday, November 02, 2005

The Office Assistant - Lots of chat, no more crochet?

John is a morning person and a talented painter who stopped in to chat for the first time after dodging me for 3 weeks. Claudia bowled right up without any hestiation. She makes quilts and gifts them to womens shelters here in Portland. She has also been honored with the Spirit of Portland award, hosted by Mayoress Vera Katz and shook her hand, and appeared on a morning tv show. This time I sat in the chair and soaked it all in - her life is as rich as her quilts must be. When I asked her to sum up where she is now, she promptly said "I am happy with my life - I have finally arrived!"

Angel came by with her very proud mum to tell me that she summarized this project for one of her school assignments. WOW! Thank-you Angel. Tim greets me with 'Konichiwa' and much better Japanese than I can muster right now. He signed off with I L Y. There is only one finger difference between I L Y and I H Y - which seems to be an international standard in most languages. David is a return visitor and this time brought Gwenn to see the quilt.



Gail was put to work, and managed to stay long enough for us to complete a magnificently fragmented conversation. We agreed that a lot of people don't know how to create options for themselves. The Urban Tour School group came through a bit like an advancing army division - too many to roll up and make burritos out of, but they certainly asked some lively questions - which is always educational for me. Yvette was also put to work and told her story of immigrating from the Phillipines and first working for the City as a Receptionist.




Lisa and Zumana had read about the project and came by, as had Pauline. You can't here Paulines' Irish accent, and I have to apologise for the blurry image - blame it on the residual symptoms of SCC. G. Jean Thomas confided that her first name is Gladys, which I think is a beatiful name, but she uses just the first initial. Queen M also has a beautiful name that defies syntax when written on the page as oppossed to hearing it pronounced. (OK - I got it wrong twice, and now can't remember which is correct and which is not!)

And my comment today - not much. I will 'tell' you the answers to the "questions" tomorrow though. Tonight was another great leap in the blog learning curve - I just figured out how to match the images with the text a bit better. It only took a month...

Oh! If I get my next grant application written tonight after posting this, then I will be in a bit late tomorrow. (I have to get a date timbre at the post office). Most of you know the routine......
...........start without me. :-)
z

Tuesday, November 01, 2005

The Office Assistant - The job is (almost) done....

Now the rug moves into phase II of it's life - getting a border and fringe and nice little finishing touches here and there. The last piece of assembly was completed during the graveyard shift, with the help of Jack, Summer and Dom in stretching it out and providing appropriate 'ooohs and aaaaahs'.



During the day, the ATM proved to be a total charmer. I get a kick out of the fact that people will stand in line for this machine and watch the screen in front of them, even if they are 4 people deep in the queue! I can tell that not all of you are walking 8 miles each day.Every so often though, someone breaks rank and actually reaches out to touch the art work - which you are suppossed to do. Another Becky was there keeping an eye on things - she was visiting the 'quilt' to inform me that I was misuing the work 'quilt' because this object does not have 3 layers of material sewn together. Yep - busted. I know!! But But But....the reason the word 'quilt' was used is a story in itself, which will be revealed on 1 December in City Hall. wink wink nudge nudge



Mikko and Pierce came by to play in the quilt/rug, which was a lot of fun. Everyone in the ATM line got very uncomfortable with their boisterousness and laughter. It was just as much fun watching everyone in that line squirm as it was interacting with the boys. The rug is kid proof ok! Burritos, Bad Boys and Body Builders are the 3 themes for the play date.


Don came by again with his entry for the employee art show which will be installed in December. (And you all thought I was joking about him being an expert in purple carpet paintings!) It takes a keen eye......Not that I am saying that the coffee mugs of Dave and Laurel hold more artistic content mind you -although they are rather cute - both the owners and the mugs - or that I am an expert of what consitutes art and non-art - you know....being just an artist an'all.....but I can't see Multnomah falls in the painting. Sorry Don. I'm a harsh critic.
I can see a naked woman though.....(I bet you all click on the image now to enlarge it!!!!)

I am writing this under the influence of 'severe candy consumption' (SCC), a little known disease that can reach pandemic proportions if George W says so. (Thank goodness there are tooooooo many syllables in the name for him to read or pronounce!). Knowing that I don't share chocolate at all though, there is a very low risk (pretty primrose yellow on that Homeland Security color chart thingy) of this disease being passed from human to human. The symptoms of SCC appeared early on Sunday morning after a lonely, miserable, pathetic Saturday night, spent home alone plucking the brow, doing the zits, scraping the feet, keeping company with a styrofoam tv dinner for one, waiting for those perky little superheros to come cheerily knocking on my door.

Nobody came.

The depression began early on Sunday, peaking around 10 am, just past the 'you can't eat chocolate for breakfast' hour had passed. After a quick fire session of ripping wrappers off and categorising each bag by their latin names (Tootsie Rollumnus, Snicker Sticky Teeth-is, Gummy Bear-arse-is, and Reeces Pieces Peanoochius) I settled in for the kill.

It was quick and clean.

The Bears didn't even fight.

Then I found out that Halloween was actually on MONDAY night, so I had to start again. When I arrived at work on Tuesday morning with dangerously high blood sugar, there to greet me, was not 1 but 2 ziplock bags full of goodies. And they were big bags too. The booty was impressive!

I have noticed that none of the wrappers are recycleable though. Could somebody comment on that in the comment book?
With frequent nap breaks and regular doses of European chocolate as a vaccine, I should be well on the way to recovery by Friday.
z