The last few weeks of printing and packaging have been a real whirlwind. Ben and Mary and I worked a lond day on saturday and managed to get everything out the door from last week's group (which you bought out in the first day even after I added some extra prints!). Ben and I were still stuffing envelopes at 6 in the evening!
I appreciate your enthusiasm! I'm going to try and slow it down a bit here. These are pictures that don't relate as obviously to the story that most have you have followed about me. But the seeds were there. This was the period of time that I had a really good gig teaching dance.. was being payed very well to work relatively little (in terms of pure hours). I used the extra time to make wood fenders, and assemble bikes for students who were excited about the idea that one could get around by bike, I played a LOT of pool, AND started getting really excited about photography. I had just begun developing my own black and white at home.. in fact these pictures span the period that I went from shooting xp2 (a c41 process black and white film that I would take to the lab.. great film!) to shooting mostly tri-x and plus-x and developing at home with diafine. I wasn't thinking much about dance, though. I wasn't choreographing or performing anymore. I took my teaching job very seriously and did it very well. My students were my kids! I had a wonderful group of professional and aspiring dancers who trained (hard!) with me, many of whom joined me at the house every Sunday night for dinners on the roof. But DANCE wasn't where my heart was. I was thining about bikes, and about photography, and about making things.
It wasn't long after taking these pictures that I did finally quit my rather good gig teaching dance (after the brand new director of the studio dressed me down like a kid in front a class of 40 students, telling me that I couldn't park my bike in the studio.. something I'd made a habit of doing for the last 6 years.. 5 and half of which she hadn't even been around for.. I gave notice the next day. It was the push I needed. Ironic in the end that it was over a bike!). When I DID quit that job, the path opened up and seemed clear as day. "Leap and bridge will appear!" I feel as though that's more or less where the story that most are familiar with picks up. I met hillary (who you may spot in one of these pictures..), went off to learn to build bikes, and within a YEAR I had been diagnosed with cancer. But the seeds were there, planted back then. The me taking these pictures was ready for a new chapter.
I love these photos. I hope you'll take the time to look at them.