The last day of the LA Art Book Fair
This is the first time I’ve presented at an event this large. All of the preparations, production, and coordination— while trying to maintain all other aspects of life— has brought me here: sharing an announcement of the last day of the LA Art Book Fair. It’s definitely not too late to attend!
It’s beautiful chaos. I’m hoping my voice will survive tomorrow. This morning, I woke up FATIGUED. Felt it everywhere. Each day has been different. It’s like dancing all night, having fun, but the body is running low on energy but you wanna keep dancing.
If you’re thinking about something to do on Sunday, would you like to come by? It’s free admission. The fair itself can be overwhelming, so take your time browsing through a book. I’ve noticed some people wear earbuds— easy for me to identify if you don’t feel like conversing. I respect that. Even I was so overstimulated that my friend asked if I was humming (meditative om kind), and I didn’t realize I was doing it. She joined me. We even harmonized. Is this what we call vagal toning?
If you come by my table, you’ll see a couple of new zines and my new artist book, Desert Haze. My friend NG is also exhibiting her work at the table. My colleague’s zine is there too. I’m also collecting written notes from people about rest. My neighboring press, Trece Ojos (traveling from Mexico City), suggested that I open up one of my journals and invite people to respond via writing. It’s been a delight.
See you soon.
Sincerely,
Foggy-brained Stepfanie