Some of my newer pieces are just flying off the wall. No, it hasn’t been windy, it’s just that a few are going out at every show, which ends up being before I can post them. So, before the next show this weekend, here’s one of the new babies. It’s one of those where the writing is more obvious. It says “Chance will take you places you would never go alone.”
I’ve been locked out of a few places before – my house, my truck (multiple offenses) and my motel room. Motel 6 are particularly good at having the key not work the next evening, but that’s always an easy fix.
This weekend I went to Flagstaff and fairly easily found my Airbnb location. The owner I knew had taken the weekend off to go hiking out of town, and out of cell phone range. There was another guest also, but when I arrived the place was empty. And locked.
It had been a busy week and I’d skipped the part where I’d written the entry instructions down because I thought they were in a text on my phone. They weren’t. They were on my email which I couldn’t access until I got my laptop onto wifi. I couldn’t get onto the wifi until I accessed my email and found my host’s wifi and password. Catch 22. I could always find a Starbucks, if only I could get onto the web to find where one was because I don’t know Flagstaff well…. Catch 23?
I wondered how friendly the locals were. This is a fairly rural area – down a cinder gravel road. I was in luck. The second house I tried had a 4 furiously barking dogs and a friendly homeowner who stuffed them back into the house and sat on the steps with me and was willing to let me use his laptop as well as his wifi, though mine turned out to be faster. Email accessed and problem solved!
Before you get too excited about my achieving second place with my chalk painting last Saturday in Moreno Valley, it was a very small field of competitors. I also had a small booth at the art fair and my beloved was being the store keeper for me, while I wore off my fingerprints. I discovered fairly early on that our choice of space to set up (chosen because putting Doug under the tree in the shade would allow me to use the umbrella to keep the blacktop I was working on from melting my fingers), was in front of the band. The band (there were several during the course of the day) and the between-bands background music was LOUD. So, to relieve Doug and allow him to walk around and repair his eardrums and sanity, I hurried through my work.
The need for speed was exacerbated by wind which took the umbrella for a tumble and meant I had to chalk with one hand while quickly rubbing the chalk into the now-scorching blacktop with the other. I finished in 2 hours, and apparently was the only one who completely finished, though other chalkers, intending to take until 4pm created larger compositions.
I had a limited amount of blue, so did the surrounding ‘atmosphere’ in red, rather than follow the original, and created far less clouds than on the mixed media painting this was based on. For this it’s more about the message than the accuracy of the map.
I realize it’s been awhile since I’ve specifically posted a ‘Newer work’ post. This one is from a new batch, and a little different than many of my other refractured watercolor/acrylic/poetry pieces in that I put the poetry on the acrylic in places obvious to the viewer, rather than hidden in the clouds. I’m looking forward to seeing the reaction on this one when I take it out for the first time this weekend.
This tale doesn’t have a picture. You will see as it progresses why I couldn’t post one.
At the end of February, I was packing up from a show in Indian Wells. The booth is constructed of walls that come in two pieces, and these go six to a bag (three tops, three bottoms). Individual wall halves weigh about seven and a half pounds (about 3.5 kilos for my European fans), so not difficult to lift, but can be awkward to handle in small spaces as they’re about 3 feet/1 meter square, especially if the wind catches them. The sides have metal bars that accommodate velcro straps top and bottom, and the bottoms also have wind-out adjustable feet.
I’d packed the art and two bags of walls, which were laying at the back of the booth. I took down another top half, and to this day I don’t know whether I caught it on the side of the desk, tripped over something, or the wind caught the wall, but down we went. The wall went off in its own direction and I went onto the two bags of walls. I mentioned the hard little feet, didn’t I. I caught myself right on the padding. The girl padding. Really hard.
Aaargh, I groaned out loud, and clutched at the point of impact. The guy from the next booth came running over. What happened? I hit my tit, I groaned. Sorry, girlfriend, I can’t help you with that. By this time I realize that I didn’t break any bones, am not bleeding, and it’s one of these things that I’ll laugh about later. So I started laughing now. At this point the couple who across the aisle run over. What happened? I hit my tit, I laughed between painful groans while rolling around on the floor clutching the area of pain. I looked up at the three of them and they’re all standing there groaning and laughing in sympathy, and holding the same body area that I am.
I ended up with two bruises the same size and shape as the booth feet. One green one black. Now you know why I can’t post a picture.
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.