In college I worked out on a stair stepper that would proclaim at the end of the workout: “Goal Attained.” It was my favorite part of the day, every single time. I am stoked to be worthy of the right to scream “Goal Attained” once again. I not only achieved one of last year’s goals. I over achieved the mutha.
One of my 2011 resolutions was to improve my photography skills. I wanted to photograph Utah architecture, which I love, and put together a show based on buildings.
Well, I got my resolution half right. I’ve taken at least 10,000 photographs this year. I’m sure 9,000 of them are crap. I’m very happy to have 1,000 photos that I love. The part I missed – only about 50 of them are of architecture.
I’ll be showing about 70 of this past year’s photos at “My Dead Friends,” my first solo art exhibit at Ulysees on January 15. I hope you will join us for the wake from 6 to 8 p.m. If you come, you will get to see The Fourteenth Ward, my belly dance company rock out and hear Christian Coleman wail The Blues in memory of my very best friends – the domestic arts. They are dying. Drive through windows, sweat shops and. . . well some misguided aspects of feminism* are nailing the coffin closed.
I am setting a new goal for next year. I want to write a cookbook and photograph my recipes in a way food has not been photographed before. I want to show the photos and recipes in a gallery. I want it to be beautiful.
Hope to see you at “My Dead Friends.”
* I am a feminist.
** All my photos were taken with cell phones. I love it that they are so technically improper.