Well, well, well. Seems like spelling is not a prerequisite for the City of Calabasas! This trash can was at the back of my booth on the weekend.
Sometimes life happens to people. I’ve not ever had to bail on a show at the last minute, thank goodness, but last weekend, my neighbor did. I don’t know who it was and there was no message to the organizers, but by 9am on the Friday, it was clear that the space next to me was going to remain a space, and I had an extra wall. Blissfully I’d bought a couple spare paintings, and spread things around, and made the best use of it.
The irony was that I had thought, based on the booth map, that I was getting a corner booth. I was, but just not the way I thought.
At the chalking festival, I had a lot of spare time on Sunday, sitting next to my creation and talking to people. Across the street from me a couple of youngsters drew the above in the gutter and against the curb. Inspiration indeed!
Draw your lost things.
Draw your lost things, there upon the street:
Your heart, your head, your homework, or the key.
A part of life suddenly incomplete.
Oh things! you think, oh please come back to me!
You rack your brain for where they’re left behind,
the cafe or the office or the car.
You look and look and still you cannot find
but that they’re not the same place that you are.
You turn over a glass, a wish to make,
but still your precious things eludes your grasp.
Were they stolen? Did they evaporate?
You cannot think of who else you could ask.
Your lost things’ minds might try to draw you too,
thus wishing might just draw them back to you.
My beginning students learn that there is a lot of science in art. This is an old article but I kept it to reblog: A neuroscientist working in an art museum. I was prompted to blog it today after having a conversation yesterday with a lady who had just completed her masters in psychology and was hoping to consult in the corporate world, rather than enter private medical practice, and to incorporate art into her work. Maybe we’ll work together on something…..
Sometimes the trip to or from the show is as eventful as the show itself. The trip to the Phoenix area I particularly enjoy because there’s a short-cut from Mecca to the I10-eastbound up Box Canyon. On the outbound trip, which is during the day, the geology is very scenic. On the inbound trip, which is usually around 10pm, it’s one of those dark-sky zones where you can stop and enjoy stars without the interference of city lights. The alternative is to go up to the I10 in Indio, but the Box Canyon cut-off is 25 miles shorter.
On the way to Carefree, I got to the top of Box Canyon, where it joins the freeway, only to find the on-ramp was coned off and blocked by several pieces of heavy machinery. The next on-ramp to the east is at Chiriaco Summit, maybe 4 miles, and to the west, the Indio on-ramp. Yes, a 50 mile round trip. Aargh.
Just to complicate matters, I’d been having some slight thermostat problems with the truck. Although it wasn’t overheating very much, from the last trip, it seemed that if I stopped to let it cool, it got hotter. The plan had been to try to drive to Blythe to get a replacement thermostat, if necessary, doing the work in the parking lot. I had not planned on stopping between home and Blythe – a 2 hour leg of the trip. And it was starting to look like I was going to have to stop at Chiriaco anyway, that second cup of coffee was working overtime, and I didn’t think my bladder would make it another hour to Blythe.
I hopped out of the truck and talked to one of the workers who pointed me in the direction of the foreman. He said that at the last bend in Box Canyon was a side-road, marked by two cones, which went up to Chiriaco Summit. Perfect.
However, when the foreman used the word ‘road’, he didn’t quite say how ‘roady’ this was. At first there was a dirt stretch, followed by gravel and more dirt, and eventually panning out into ancient blacktop for a while, then changing between the three options before it joined I10 at Chiriaco Summit. I had the ‘road’ to myself. It passed little bridges where washes ran down, and these were inevitably full of trees and bushes. Ah, if ever there was a road I could leave the truck running at the side of it and run behind a bush!
No need to stop at Chiriacco! When I got to Blythe and bought the thermostat, I think the truck realized I was serious about doing this open-hood surgery myself in a parking lot without a mechanic in attendance. I’ve not had a problem with it since.
Art on Main in Old Town La Quinta is close to the closest show to my house and I’m looking forward to setting up there this coming Saturday. Come by if you’re in the area. I’m going to be outside the Grill on Main.
Saturday, Feb. 3, 10am to 4pm
78100 Main Street, La Quinta, CA 92253
Over 80 artists sell their paintings, jewelry, ceramics, photography, textiles, glass, sculptures and more along Old Town La Quinta’s charming Main Street.
Music by Barry Minniefield from The Voice.
Free Admission & Parking. Come for the art, stay for the day!
Here’s what’s happened and happening at Skyscapes in February.