On my way out the door this evening, I was cleaning my purse–as usual trying to find the invisible canon ball that I seem to carry–and came across this program from last week’s show. I should keep this, I thought. And then thought, where? Now that pictures are digital, I haven’t had a physical album in years. No scrapbooks, no shoeboxes. Maybe I’ll make a file. But until that day, it’s about to be lost in the overwhelming pile on my desk. So before it gets buried, I’ve taken a picture:
There was a Q and A afterwards, and according to Paul, some of my answers to questions might have exceeded the 25 minute limit. Not really. I’m being hyperbolic. But it turns out that Q and A’s are yet another situation where I tend to “over-explain.”
On Project Runway this season, there’s a textile designer named Patricia, and whenever the judges ask her about her “look,” she gives long answers, not the sound-bitey answers that the judges want and the producers need. They just have to edit her in the middle of whatever she’s saying. I fear I am like her. I am interested in process, in how decisions are made, in the craft. Almost no one else is–it’s like telling someone your dream. It’s only interesting if you are the dreamer. Since I don’t have post production for my life, I need to work on self-editing in these situations.
Overall though–the evening went well, and it seems I may get to have some coffee shop chats with various people because of it, which may someday result in something else happening with the piece. We shall see…