Posting my monthly newsletter promptly seems to be a good item to have on the New Year’s Resolution list.
In September I attended the Riverside Art Museum fundraiser ‘Art Bark in the Park’. Selected artists had been given a metal dog to paint on and they were auctioned or sponsored as a fundraiser for the museum.
Yesterday I attended the reception of the Chaffey Community Museum of Art Membership show. Saw a few friends, one of who won an award.
Women Painter’s West‘s current show is called ‘Falling into Place’ which is being displayed at the San Fernando Valley Art and Cultural Center Gallery. I had one painting juried into the show and helped my friend Jan Wright by taking all our work in (she has two paintings in the show) and she will pick up the unsold paintings at the end of the month. We also were able to attend the reception together.
I started working with Sm’Art gallery I think 3 years ago, maybe 4. It was a strange start. I received a cold-call email that sounded good, not the usual scam stuff, but the attachment wouldn’t open. After some thought I replied. It was a real offer, Alana had managed to have an email blast sent to the local attendees of ‘Art under the umbrellas’ show.
I signed up for the co-op gallery – we share the rent and working in the gallery. I have made many good contacts and friends over the years, taught a lot of classes (Alana was instrumental in the design of the ‘Painting for Absolute Beginners’ class and the contact that let to a season of intermediate classes, the contents of which become follow on exercises for ‘Absolute Beginners’.
At the end of October, Alana decided to close the gallery. A combination of factors came together at the end of the lease and we had our final evening. Here are a couple photos from the first 20 minutes before the crowd got there.
A few years back I was travelling from Southern California for a show in Bellevue – right next door to Seattle. It’s a two day drive, pretty much up the entire west coast of the US. I had kinda planned on stopping just north of the Oregon border, but didn’t make firm plans as I figured I wasn’t sure if my tiredness would get me that far, or my awakeness would let me press on further. I’d actually spotted a well-priced motel in my aim area, and sure enough, just as California disappeared in the rear view mirror, the eyelids started to droop.
I pulled off the road at what appeared to be a motel-bearing town in this rural stretch of Interstate 5. Miraculously I passed the very motel I’d seen on the internet. The parking lot was only half full. It was late, though. The office only had a dim light on. I knocked on the door. In a few moments the motel clerk appeared.
In fairness to the man, he was obviously of Indian origin – India Indian, not Native American. Different culture. I asked ‘Is there room at the inn?’ ‘No,’ he replied. Oh, ok, nevermind, I thanked him and turned to leave. I’d gotten as far as the truck when he came out after me. ‘I have room at the other end!’ Huh?
Turns out he’d misheard me as ‘Is there room at the end?’ and had completely missed the Christmas reference! In his further defense, he’d only been in the US about 5 months.
I had a most unexpected sale from a small group show I participated in in Yucca Valley. The group I belong to is called Chaparral Artists and we had a group show at the Center for Healthy Generations in Yucca Valley. We often have one of our members having a solo show on their wall and we have our meetings here. Over the summer we had a group show with interested members displaying one or two pieces. We took the art down at the end of August.
At the first meeting of the season in September I was approached by another artist who commented that she had loved one of the paintings I had displayed, but it had been out of her budget. A quick conversation followed and we soon had a deal. I had to bring her the painting the next time I was in the area, and last week she blessed me with a picture of ‘Dark Water, White Wave’ in its forever home. It’s very flattering to sell to another artist!