Setting up for Tempe on Thursday was a hoot. The trucks had to stand in line to be allowed into the area which had been blocked of by the Tempe Police, and the organizers chalked up the space. I was patiently parked in line behind only one other truck. Just before the load-in time, another vehicle pulled in past us and proceeded past the wait point down to the police line. What? The truck in front of me decided he wasn’t having any of this line-cutting thing, and pulled up. I followed. So did everyone behind me. Turned out the guy who cut in had an anytime pass for a neighboring zone.
The view to the front
The security person in charge of the entrance asked us to back up. We were pretty much blocking the entry to another parking garage and a drop-off for a condo block. Yeah, try backing up a dozen trucks back onto the street…..
In the rear view mirror.
Perhaps not out gunned, but definitely out-trucked.
I’m going to be back in Tempe for the Tempe Festival of the Arts – a three-day show this weekend. The show is mostly on Mill Street just north of University Ave, but I will be on 6th Street, booth 6020.
I hope you’ll stop by if you’re in the Phoenix area – or let your friends there know about the show.
Put the third and final (I hope) layer of undercoat on the box this morning. I’ve had quite a few people stop by and comment – mostly asking that what they think they’re seeing – box mural repair – is what’s actually going on; but there have been several that have asked how to get into these projects.
It looks a little sharper after having washed the back part too.
After I was done, and took this photo, I set to washing out the brush and gathering up my things. You can’t see them in this photo because they’re directly behind the box from there, sitting up on the grass. There’s a 5-gallon bucket of water and a bag containing soaps, paint, brushes, sandpaper and paper towels. On the grass. As I started washing the brush, the sprinklers went off! Blissfully the part of the box I’d just painted is shielded from the sprinklers, but it’s good to know the timing so I’ll be sure to miss them on subsequent days.
Sprinkle sprinkle little rain. Now the grass is green again.
Afterwards, I went and set up the show for this weekend in Palm Springs. That will allow me to have all three mornings of the show with about an hour’s good work before it gets too warm, which is what I am mostly fighting with at the moment. Global warming, folks! Stay with me though, you’ll start seeing some color next.
So this is a fresh tail. Sorry, was that a typo? (All will become clear in a moment.) Behind my booth at the fair in Scottsdale, is a dispenser for dog poop bags. There wasn’t much of a crowd while I was eating the free breakfast. (Oh, sorry, that’s a breakfast that you paid for in with your booth fee. I’m not much of a muffin eater, but in cases like this, You Will Enjoy The Muffin Whether You Like It Or Not!) So I’m reading the graphics on the side of the box. I was wondering what design innovations Mutt Mitts might have come up with in the Joys of Dog Ownership department, but it turns out they are just bags. With instructions, in case you didn’t know how to clean up after your pet. Apparently there isn’t yet an app for that.
Brings a whole new meaning to artificial intelligence being no substitute for natural stupidity.
The whole subject reminds me of one night I stayed with an artist friend for a show, and after the Saturday of the show we walked her dog. She commented that if aliens looked down at the whole dog-human relationship they could misconstrue the whole scenario. Who feeds whom? Who walks behind whom? Who picks up whose poop and takes it home?
#1266, City Dawn. Mixed media on panel, 12×12″. Lives with Melissa in Palo Alto.
One of my sales at Palo Alto last weekend was to a young lady wanting to start an art collection, though not having much of a place of her own to put it. I’m going to share an article in the Atlanta Magazine a few months back, that encourages the beginning collector and takes some of the fear out of it.
One thing they mentioned was “Gallerists are people too.” Talking to gallerists – and artists at art fairs and receptions – is not scary! There aren’t really any stupid questions, though there are some with obvious answers, but it’s ok – we’ve heard them before and we’re happy to answer the anyway as a way to start talking to you about things you’d like to understand about the work in question. After all, you wouldn’t buy a car or house without asking a lot of questions. And the art might stay longer in your life than either of those.