Because Nothing Ever Happens On A Saturday

“Autumn Cannibalist”; ‘How To Kill’, Die Mannequin (2007).
Let me know if YouTube is being evil again…

Because nothing ever happens on a Saturday. This has nothing to do with anything but I’m entering an art show next spring. I haven’t paid for the space or actually told anyone except some close friends, but I’m going to enter six or ten photos into an annual art exhibition which takes place in my little Village. It’s been going on for twenty-six years now and it brings… well, it used to bring four to six thousand people to my Village over three days. My Village, at least on the sign, has fewer than 1,800 residents. For the past five or six years, since the original artists who started the festival stopped taking part, attendence has dropping by a little more than half. But the Art Show is still… Something. Or something.

A friend of mine — the only artist I know of who actually makes a living selling her work — is coming over tonight and she’s going to help me figure out what to do. It’s been an interesting summer… for the first time I actually feel comfortable seeing some artistic value in the things I’m doing. It’s a weird 180 degree change. The plan right now is to either enter ten concert shots from pre-2002, or enter some of my recent digital photography… possibly some of the flower shots.

I’m interested to find out what my reaction will be to seeing things hanging on a wall with my name on them. I’ve never really enjoyed, at all, being judged on my work, whatsofreakingever. For my first reporting award I was actually in the audience at the award gala. I was on my twenty-second rum and Coke when they called my name.

Holy crap I’m bored… I think I’ll post a bunch of YouTubes later on.



About Gabriel...

...diagnosed with manic depression when I was nineteen, for the next 14-years I lived without treatment or a recovery plan. I've been homeless, one time I graduated college, I've won awards for reporting on Internet privacy issues, and a weekly humour column. In 2002 I finally hit bottom and found help. It's now 2022, and I have an 8-year old son, and a 12-year old son... I’m usually about six feet tall, and I'm pretty sure I screwed up my book deal. I mostly blog at
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4 Responses to Because Nothing Ever Happens On A Saturday

  1. damewiggy says:

    firstly, how exciting, gabriel — honestly i would have expected your photography would have been previously displayed, it’s just that good. and there’s no doubt in my mind you won’t attract interest. i’d like to encourage you to not be shy or too conservative with which photos you display, as you capture some insanely cool and interesting imagery with some otherwise regular or mundane objects. i know no one entirely shares an eye, but i thought i’d throw that out there, because it’s what i see and admire in your works.
    as for being judged, sometimes just seeing your work out there and your name on the wall is the prize. particularly when we’re our own (most prudent) judge(s).
    i’m rooting for you all the way. hell, if it’s next spring, who knows? maybe i can hike my way there. how cool that would be!
    p.s. love the tune. i threw my hair around.

  2. nursemyra says:

    putting your work on display is scary every time you do it. it necessitates developing some kind of thick skin because you’re inviting people to judge things that are often really personal.

    it’s great that you have made the decision to exhibit publicly

    the flower shot under ‘salted philosophy’ is wonderful. am looking forward to seeing more

  3. Gabriel... says:

    Thanks to the both of you… there’s a very nice bed & breakfast here in town so if the compliments keep coming like this I’ll book your rooms.

    Unfortunately my friend had a commission to work on so she couldn’t come over to help start picking the photos, so I think I’ll start putting some aside this week on my photo blog… if you’re interested Nurse Myra, it’s at

    When I was much younger it was pretty rare for me to accept criticism as a good thing, it was only… actually I’m not sure, maybe ten years ago, when I started seeing analysis as not a personal attack. There was a point in my last semester of college, it was supposed to be my last column for the paper, and my teacher gave me a rough time because I had gone a little ‘abstract’ with the writing. I can remember being so angry… I actually hated him in that moment. I can remember a bunch of times after that where Editors really pissed me off, but that was the last time I can remember reacting so viscerally. Of course the column was personal and, after a while, the articles I was writing became much less so… this is going to be interesting.

  4. Qween Minx says:

    I can recommend the bed and breakfast … so much so … I would move in there tomorrow … I can safely say … I have not slept in a comfier bed.

    That’s a fact.


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