Some days are calm and relaxing - while others days are more like head pounding, non-stop sledge hammers that refuse to stop even when the sun has long since gone down.
I've been a bit stressed with trying to find a job as my money is quickly dwindling, and right as I'm having to call my bank to try to get my money back from a $60 Non Sufficient Fund fee I get a message from a local business hosting a black and white photo gallery in a couple weeks. I sent my images to them a few weeks ago and assumed they didn't make the cut, needless to say when I read that they wanted to show all 8 of my images I quickly became ecstatic, momentarily forgetting about the money problem. After all, I've never had my images shown in a gallery before, and I've never seen my images matted and framed.
As excited as I was, the reality of the cost of this endeavor quickly sent me back into a whirl wind of stress. How would I afford nice frames? And Matting? Those labors would cost around $75.00 an image, and I definitely don't have the money for that. But I have a chance for my work to be seen, and even if it's just for myself to see the value in my work by seeing it hanging on a gallery wall, I knew I had to figure out a way.
Luckily I've had a few good habits embedded into me: 1) a natural positive outlook no matter how bad the situation, and 2) The knack for being frugal - or cheap as some may say - but I prefer the term frugal.
The following morning my mom and I went to the local thrift store that always has a lot of framed pictures for sale, lucky for me there were tons to choose from, and even better, they were all 50% off that day, I can definitely thank the greater forces for that one. So, the work began. From the grueling process of finding the right sizes for my matts, painting the frames (thanks mom & dad) and putting in makeshift hanging devices to these very, uh, let's say 'vintage' frames, it was exhausting.
After all of this I headed off to school to begin cutting my matts and doing the final job of framing.
It was an incredible feeling to put every piece of my images together, they're something I hold very dear. I know every part of these images, and those thoughts and memories go into each cut in the mat and each placing in the frame. It sounds silly, but these are little pieces of my soul and I wouldn't want them possibly being mishandled just to fit into another picture perfect matte black scratchless frame. I quite happen to like my imperfect pieces with a few nicks and bumps because I see art as a reflection of how I view life, so why would I want to produce a fake impersonal sterile piece of untruthful perfection just to fit in with the rest? I'm creating and producing my own reality, with all of it's beautiful imperfections, and occasionally, a naturally perfect moment frozen in time.