Wednesday, December 29, 2004

More From Bangkok, Finally.


Clipping
Originally uploaded by Jack Ruttan.
Another long period of silence. Maybe I'm not good at these things, the way I'm not good at jogging, or keeping things up in a regular way. Have not felt very inspired to do much. Perhaps it's just the usual Christmas blues, and the letdown of getting back to cold Montreal, and drab "real life." Anyhow, I've been in a funk, but not too serious. Just not very active or ambitious.


Anyhow, here is a clipping from a Bangkok paper about the show. There should be lots more coming soon, because I'm promised a fedex package of the other press we did with this. I really do feel like a lump as far as my posting habits, but at least here's a little something. My friend, Peter Mantello, who got the show going, and you can see with his son Elvis in the upper right hand corner, had a close shave in that Asian tsunami you've been hearing so much about. Luckily, he decided to check out of his Phuket hotel the day before all the chaos happened, even though he had been offered a free extra night. Talk about luck!

Saturday, December 04, 2004

Jack and the Ink on the Edge Team

Sorry for the silence. Lacked a server before, or at least I don't feel I can use the one I was using. Flickr didn't seem to be cooperating. All sorts of other excuses. Anyhow, I'm back from Thailand, and should be doing something about that. Sort of getting settled. Hope I have all my junk.

It was a complex trip. I was very busy, also trying to cope with a foreign country, which is a job in itself. I'll see how this works. This is a picture of the people who helped me with the exhibition.

Third from the left in the orange, is Jim, the Gallery director. Beside him is Peter Mantello, who set up things in Thailand for me to come over. I'm kneeling in the middle. The rest are students and artists who helped do a lot of the physical work of setting up the show, under the direction of Yours Truly. I'd still probably be there filling holes in the wall if it were not for them.