Story of the Day 9/22/2011

I am trying to have a website for my real life.
This isn’t my real life. I mean it is, sometimes rather tragically so, but I am not a writer, I am a pornographer.
I mean, not a pornographer, but an artist.
Unfortunately, since I live in Indiana, the distinction is lost amongst numerous members of the public,
I am not joking. A couple of years ago, a law was passed that required the Art Museum and several college book stores to register as “adult entertainment” businesses, because they sold pornography. You know, picture books with illustrations of naked people, like Michelangelo’s sculpture of David.


The law was suspended or whatever it is they did to it after it was passed, when they realized that this would also apply to Wal-Mart and Target- because they sell Anne Geddes and knock-off Anne Geddes date books, note cards, calendars.
Never mess with Wal-Mart!

Actually, I am not sure it got that far. I mean it was passed, and it was suspended, but I am not sure that they had figured out that the sentimental naked baby stuff might also fall into the broadly defined “porno” category they had created.

But I do.

I draw naked people. People who are comfortable taking off there clothes in a room full of people who are comfortable with them taking off their clothes and then staring at the naked person for 25 minutes while cursing and fuming and chewing on the ends of their pencils trying to get the line or the shading just right. And occasionally singing along to the songs on the music system. Or , like me, talking to themselves.

So I was sitting at the computer, yesterday afternoon, trying to set up a website for my artwork, and Sarah comes home.
She takes a look at what I have spent the last 3 ½ hours struggling with and signs, “That is awful. That is really awful!”
Sadly, she was not telling me anything that I didn’t know.

And Ely emailed me, this morning, and said, “can you make it so that instead of scrolling down to see more images, people can click through (forward and back)? That might look a little nicer.

Also, you might want to change the colors of the background to complement your work a little better, so they don't appear white/washed out.

Finally, if you can get rid of the "sitemap" button on the left side, you don't need it.”

It only took me about 14 minutes to figure out what the sitemap button was. But I can’t figure out what to do with it- how to get rid of it.

I still haven’t figured out any of the rest of it, but I did manage to shrink the size of the images down to a more…viewable size.

And I didn’t include Sarah’s final comment to me, “Don’t worry, I will help you when I have some free time.”

Thank you, God!!!! I mean, kids!


( waiting to be improved : https://sites.google.com/site/acassiamargolis/home )