It isn't rare for me to mentally hear the voice of my college Photography teacher, Susan Mullally: "Presentation is everything." She especially said this to us when we were preparing for a show. Mounting and matting and framing and hanging the pieces we'd slaved over in the dark room, and usually right up until the very, very last minute. I wonder if it was just our little crowd or if most artists are Hard Core Procrastinators? It didn't matter how tired we thought we were, or how little time remained, Susie wasn't cutting us any slack if we came in with crooked bevels cut into our mat boards or if we'd left a speck of dust trapped under the glass right on top of a bold, black area of our many-times-reprinted photographs. We loved her for it. I still can't hang work that isn't - to my mind - perfectly framed.
So it is, then, that when donating a necklace to the New Garden Friends School Auction, it occurred to me that I needed to create an information card to sit beside my display. Never mind I didn't really get my brain around it until the very last minute when I was making my friend who works for the school late while she waited for me to run to my car and dig out a pair of fancy-edged scissors from the box of random creative things temporarily living, inexplicably, in the trunk of my car, to cut the fancy paper being glued to the other piece of fancy paper once the description had been cut out. Still hearing Susie's Quality Advice, and today wondering if I haven't missed something of her message. If presentation is really everything, should I be waiting until the last minute to try and get it right?
Of course not, and she tried to teach us that, too. I wonder if any of the others got past the procrastination? I hope so, but for my own personal comfort, kinda' hope not. Just a little bit. You know, it's comforting to think that others share your neuroses and flaws, right? Makes your own flaws seem less, well, flawed.
The display card isn't perfect. I hope it looks nice, though. Hopefully someone will like the set enough to bid on it, and that they'll love wearing it. Then maybe next time I donate something, I'll give it 100% instead of 90 or so. Or maybe I'll just have honed my procrastination skills so well that I'll still manage to squeak by at the last minute. Yea, at least I can hope for that...