Posted on Sunday 30 March 2008
Break is about over. In fact, tomorrow morning it’s back to the classroom and everything that goes with it. The NISCA clinic and convention was, for me, of mixed success. It was considerably less attended than what I had envisioned in my head with what I’d estimate as maybe 125 people. A lot of the conference seemed to revolve around a swim meet or trials or something that was going on here as well. For those who had purchased tickets, there were two trips to the meet each day. I hadn’t purchased tickets because I didn’t really have any interest in the meet. I can watch fast swimmers during the Olympics on TV this summer. While I did hear some things that got the wheels turning for next year’s season, the clinic portions of the conference we almost worthless. I met some neat people and, through conversation, learned some things that I can try next year. There was no evaluation form to fill out so I plan to send a letter to someone to let them know what would have made it better.
The trip, however, was not a waste of time. I got to see one of my oldest friends from college, Darren Smith. I skipped out on the awards dinner part of the conference at the end to go spend time with him. He’s pretty busy with the work he does and I knew it would be much more rewarding to spend time with him than to watch people I didn’t know receive awards.

He took me down to the Pike Place Market and since he did the driving, I bought lunch. The weather, which had been weird for the past couple of days (including snow, sleet, rain and sunshine) was very cooperative for the tour. We had an incredible lunch at a place called Maxamilian’s then walked around to check things out.

I really like this picture I took because of the contast of the grays in the sky with the dark colors just barely visible on the sign. Apart from the attraction of the flying fish that eveyone is so familiar with, the place was your standard street market with equal amounts of fresh food and worthless junk for sale. We picked up a little dessert at a place called Peroshky Peroshky. They were apparently famous for their meat pies and dessert type pastries. There was a line of people waiting to make a purchase the entire time we were in the market. My chocolate and cinnamon roll was fantastic. We were nealy caught in the middle of a Happening while at the market. Right after we’d made our way through an unusually large and suspicious group of people, a whistle blew and about 50 people started a pillow fight. You can see photos and a video of the fun HERE.
From the market we headed to the Olympic Sculpture Garden. Two of the works I really liked were one my artist, Richard Serra, called Wake. It’s a giant installation made of cor-ten steel ‘waves’ that create a really interesting space when one walks among them. I have never seen any of Serra’s work in person before now and as I suspected, photographs don’t do the work justice.

The other work was Louise Nevelson’s, Eye Benches. There were three sets of benches, one of which is pictured below, are all carved from black Zimbawian granite. The backside of each eye looked very much like a bench.

By the time we’d finished the park, it had started to rain so we headed back to my hotel so the Darren could get back home at a decent hour. My hotel was in a pretty raggedy part of Tacoma by my standards. It was very industrial and somewhat rundown. There were no identifiable food joints within any reasonable distance and on my walks to the bus stop, I heard people talking to themselves in a crazy sort of way. That evening I played with the multiple exposure function on my camera and took this mysterious self portrait called ‘Dreams.’ I had fun with it and will certainly be playing with it again at some point.

I am at the Seatac airport now and because there are visibility problems there, they have slowed all incoming fights. My 12:25 departure is now looking like 2:00. I had about a 2 hour layover in Chicago anyway so hopefully I can still make my connection to RDU.
"I found I could say things with color and shapes that I couldn't say any other way--things I had no words for."

