I first soloed in a Cessna 150 Aug 3, 1976. By that date, my instructor, Ted Warner, had tortured me in every way manageable including flying under the "hood" nearly all the way to touchdown. The only thing different from my solo and my father's in 1924 was he had to land a tail-dragger, something I know nothing about, but I know many pilots who have dented their planes trying to land them.
Aug 4 of this year, I have another solo: To curate a photography exhibit for four artistic photographers, one of which (Lawrence Manning) is showing his work for the first time in public. "Ah," you say, "piece of cake." Well, not exactly, I tell you. This exhibit which will be held at Cannery Row Studios in Redondo Beach may draw over 1000 people. If you've been to the hanger in Santa Monica you've seen maybe 300 people milling around. Triple that number and you realize you need 20 porta-Potties, right?
There's more. I am one of the four photographers. So while I get to have all this fun curating, I also have to produce stunning photos of the same quality as my peers in the show, who, besides Manning, are Mark Comon ( of Paul's Photo in Torrance), and Eric Raptosh. Oh, you never heard of Eric--well, there must be something Eric can't do with a Canon 5D--I'll keep looking for a flaw so I can chide him.
Fortunately, I've had a little bit of curating experience in the last few years, having helped curate the Manhattan Beach Art Center show with Patti Grau, Paul Blieden, & Jianulla Zimmerman; and participating with Redondo Beach Art Group and Torrance Art Guild in assembling various successful art exhibits.
You try to prepare yourself for the moment your instructor opens the door, gets out, and says, "Okay take off and fly her. Your as ready as you'll ever be." But somehow, it's unexpected when you actually hear the words.