I returned Sunday night from the Small Press Expo, exhausted and poor and simultaneously blissed/stressed. It was a weird cocktail for me: I had a brilliant time doing the show but I was spending money I didn’t have and that ego-sting is now a rent-burn. Steve’s AS ABOVE, SO BELOW did pretty well, and there was mad love all around, as usual. Our FWDbooks table was a half-table this year, cramped and not art-print-friendly, but I made do the best I could.
The con itself was rather slow compared to previous years, but it was nice to get lots of props for my art finally, even if the prints didn’t perform the way I had hoped. I cannot stress the amount of talent at this show, nor how amazing it is to be considered both friend and peer by many of these amazingly funky-ass people, so lovely to drink and talk and laugh with, only be shattered and inspired by the glorious quality of their work on the Fung Wah bus home.
Speaking of the Fung Wah bus, immediately upon my return to NY, I have switched gears to full-guns-blazing deadline-making application for the NYFA arts grant; I’m submitting a proposal for RED LIGHT PROPERTIES in the fiction category. The deadline is Monday, so it’s STILL NO SLEEPING for me. At any rate, plans for NYFA are coming together nice-like. Witness the foreground figure for my RLP binder that wraps around my proposal, a proper portrait of JUDE TOBIN, the main man in RED LIGHT:
Also, the proposal demands for me to finally lock down that RLP logo; here’s my favorite to date:
Apollyloggies for my unfortunate briefosity, but as I said, it’s still bananas up in here. More later, my lovelies.
——-love———> d!
