This is the 5th part of a series of writings about collaboration in the project Midas Eyes. This series will work backwards in chronology, beginning at the end.
Collaboration…. To a casual reader this word could simply invoke the ubiquitous image of multiple hands raising a barn or holding something like a torch or trophy. Think of any stock image a company could gather into a quick presentation about teamwork or a catchy mug phrase like the one in my family’s barn holding pencils with the blue slogan “There’s no “I” in team!”

Collaboration also seems to be a topic of utmost importance in the workplace, schools, and in business. It’s a misleading verb, and one that I’ve had a mixed set of experiences trying to carry out. Each in turn, refining my expectation of what collaboration means. In school, outside of a musical setting, it never made sense to me. Math groups, science labs, writing group activities, pulled too many attentions away from the task at hand. I don’t think I was doing it wrong, but quite possibly I like being in my head until my ideas are done gestating. It seemed like I needed the time to get better all of those things before any group contributions could be meaningful. Here I am in an art world, where currently there are such isolating factors, and I’ve concentrated long enough to be in a place where a meaningful collaboration can work.
The Midas Eyes Project didn’t begin collaboratively. It just was me alone with my thoughts – playing with my camera at the ends or beginnings of my days shooting, or just when I saw the light coming in the window. It took years to gather, think about, and then with a burst, it became a collaboration.
This is how the collaboration became an exhibition – on Saturday April 7th for a closing reception at Parlour Room Project Space.

So far, we have passed our ideas back and fourth a few times, and with each passing the others work grew and stewed in a way that mingled with our own. Influencing, but not simultaneously coming into existence. While I was working on printing the book, passing the squeegee over and over the text, the phrases Kristen wrote embedded in my head, changed my thinking, made me make something for her.
I wonder what Kristen will make of these new things…. Will she have to spend the years with them I did, before deciding that the confusion and mistaken explanations were not just my inadequate understanding.
Read her beginning thoughts here http://korser.wordpress.com/2012/04/07/closer-to-ocean/


