Sonnet Challenge #35

Here’s another sonnet inspired by the work of my peers – Pete – another artist I know from art fairs in Southern California, creates kaliedoscopes.

 

Kaleidoscopes

They might be colored or quite plain outside;
all understate the beauty that’s within,
the most amazing starburst hid inside –
just put it to your eye and you begin
to see the fireworks bursting on your eyes,
riot of twinkles emphasized by sun
or lamp or kitchen light – always surprise
and never the same, but guaranteed, it’s fun.
Much better than taking some kind of bad drug –
and good for kids! No age limit to awe
of sparkles, vibrant dance of shapes, the tug
of gravity on confetti’s what you saw.
When stress is high and you don’t think you can cope,
sit down and pick up your kaleidoscope.

Tales from the Field #30

We all tend to get a little bit bitchy when we’re setting up.  Everything has to look nice, plus we have a deadline to get set up, and we’re perhaps discovering something that’s forgotten or broken or misplaced. Maybe we’ve had to wait in line a long time to get loaded in.

Last year at Sedona, there was a couple in the booth across from me who were setting up.  I’d not met them before and no, I don’t remember their names, so this is incognito. This husband and wife team had a range of items, some of which went on a panel on the back wall of the booth, and many that went on tables at the front.  As they were working together, they were constantly bickering.  This goes here, that goes there, where’s such and such, I need your help with this, I can’t I’m busy doing that.  On and on.

After about 30 minutes of listening to this banter, which was getting increasingly harsh, I walked over to them and asked “Do I need to throw a bucket of water over you two?”  Turns out a good laugh did help, though they admitted that though they have been married many years and still love each other, they’re usually at each other’s throats during setup.

Sonnet Challenge #34

This was inspired by my ex’s doormat, which said ‘Welcome Fishermen and other Liars’.

Fishermen

They say that fishermen will lie a lot.
They’ve time to make up many a fishing tale,
sitting by lake or stream, all day they’ve got
to turn that fingerling catch into a virtual whale.
And when they come home with a two-pound trout,
the only the only worthy product of the day
they’ll think next time the wife won’t let them out.
“You should’ve seen the one that got away!
a five-pound beast, it nearly broke my pole,
my buddy saw how hard it fought the line,
it nearly pulled us both out of the boat,
an eagle swooped and snagged it just in time.
Someone will help with just how to begin
so get out there and fish and reel ’em in!

Tales from the field #29

Last weekend in Palo Alto, we were setting up booths – we start early because there is only one line of traffic allowed down the streets because of the way we set up, so the people on the non-traffic side get there at 5am to set up.  By the time we’re done there’s usually a little trash that comes out of the process, and there was with mine.

Walked down the street a little to where I knew there was a trash can next to a neighbor’s booth.  This is what I found.

trash can with fancy dress

Nice cover. Is it incognito?  I wonder which artist got paid to design that?

I asked the artist next to it if it was something of his he’d rested over the can.  No, the city people had come round and put the covers on.  What?  On a day when they expect a lot more people than usual and have many food stands, they close the trash cans.  It did not make sense.  Fortunately I have a few plastic bags in the box of tricks so I deployed my own trash can behind my desk for myself and my neighbors to use.

Later, when going to the restroom, I found the city had deployed larger trash barrels near the food stands and porta potties, marked recycle and landfill. It’s always interesting to go to different cities and find what is and isn’t regarded as recycle in different places, but I’m not going to do a survey on that. life is not boring enough.

Tales from the field #27

I have quite a number of ice-breaker questions when people come into my booth.  One of my favorites is when they’re wearing a tshirt or hat from a place or a company.

“So, are you visiting from New Mexico or do you just have the hat?”

“Were you born in Palm Springs or are you just trying to look like a local?”

“Do you work for the Ducks or do you just have the shirt?”

“Are you the owner of “XXXYYY brewing company” or do you just drink their beer?”

Usually this just results in a quick laugh, but sometimes I’ve hit an unusual spot.

“So, are you from Puerto Rico or do you just have the shirt?” “We moved there five months ago when we retired and four months ago lost everything except our lives in the hurricane.”

 

 

Two Shows

Yesterday I sat in the Gift Shop at the 29 Palms Art Gallery, as part of my contribution for having artwork in the gallery Membership Show over the summer.  This was the first time I had a chance to see the show as I’d been out of town for the reception.

29 Palms Art Gallery show

Lee Luke Pickering room #1

29 Palms Art Gallery show

Lee Luke Pickering Room #2

29 Palms Art Gallery show

Rear gallery #1

29 Palms Art Gallery show

Rear Gallery #2. Something might look familiar to my fans there: “Perspective” and “Arrows”

29 Palms Art Gallery show

At the front left is “Hunger Bowl”, a composition for a homelessness fundraiser, that never got picked up.

29 Palms Art Gallery show

Last shot of the large gallery.

In the evening I attended the opening ceremony and open house for the new Children’s Mental Health Services Clinic in Coachella.  The art on display there is also under review for addition to the artwork for the clinic itself.

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

Waiting Room. Very cheerful.

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

First hallway.

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

Reception area, some staff members and one of the artists.

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

The main meeting room

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

A couple short speeches were given about the mission of the clinic.

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

I must check that the reason my painting is on the easel isn’t because the wire broke!

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

Secondary waiting area with Mark Anthony and his wife.

Coachella Children's Mental Health Clinic Opening

East hallway

 

Tales from the field #25

At art fairs I get a variety of comments, often unsolicited or simply overheard. There’s quite a smattering of ‘pretty’ or ‘nice’ – those who respect my work but don’t personally care for it; and there are comments from those who do like it.  I rarely get someone who actually says something negative.  In the context of an art fair, there’s typically just no reason for any of the attendees to specifically state that they dislike anyone’s work.  We all know that tastes differ and are not bothered if someone isn’t attracted to our work.

I had a surprise yesterday.  Two older ladies (maybe in their 60s or so) came in my booth and looked at my work in some detail.  They barely acknowledged me when I went to speak to them and kept looking around.  They were speaking in a foreign language and I could barely overhear them anyway.  As one exited, she came over to me and wagged her finger at me and said clearly ‘Hate’.  As the second lady exited the first one said to her ‘Jawohl’ – I know enough German to know that means ‘Of course’, but wasn’t quick enough off the mark to gather together a sentence to ask her why she hated it before they vanished into the crowd.

Being more surprised than upset, I thought I would tell my neighbor.  Before I could go over, another younger woman with two kids (one about 8 one about 5), walked passed and both children pointed into my booth and told their Mom they liked my work.

I guess I’m pleasing the next generation more than this one!

 

 

 

Tales from the field #24

Well this is more of a tale from the business desk of the studio.  These three letters came in the mail today.  In fairness I picked them all up today, they probably arrived over a series of days, I just present them in the order I opened them.

I’m sure these are all automatically generated.  At least, for the sake of Arizonans, I hope so. Having previously spent 31 years in the computer industry, and about half of that working for government entities of some sort, I still think some test planner’s head should roll for allowing this kind of scenario to waste money. Not sure whether to laugh or cry.

The best part: This is probably in response to the fact that on April 19th I sent them a check for $2 for underpayment of something I couldn’t figure out what I’d underpaid.  I thought my math was just bad on the sales on the check I wrote them in March for the show I did in February, and that they were probably better at math than I was….

AZ sales tax collection notice, adjustment and refund

Tales from the field #23

Sometimes life give you just what you need.  On Saturday I was at an art fair at Rainbow Stew in Yucca Valley.  My neighbor, Christine Chase, had brought a project to work on during the day.  She had a number of pieces of upcycled household objects that she assembled into a sculpture.  At the end of the day, we packed up a little early because it had gotten windy and we were starting to get blown away.  I helped Christine with the last few stages of taking down her tent safely.  As she was packing she realized that now that the project was complete, she didn’t have room for the sculpture  and the box that the pieces had been in.  She asked if I needed a box.  I said I didn’t, but had room to take it and recycle it appropriately.

As I disassembled the booth, it got windier.  Because it had been a 1-day show with no chance of rain, I’d put the loose canopy top on.  It’s easier to transport, I put it on the frame at home, but it isn’t waterproof.  As I had intended to leave it on until I returned home, I didn’t bring the bag it goes in.  As I was taking the booth down, it became obvious things would be safer if I removed the ‘sail’ from the top.  I was bemoaning the fact that I hadn’t brought the bag, but then suddenly realized why serendipity had given  me a box….

box with tent top

What do I need a box for? Oh, wait…..

Dumb Art Jokes – Part 2 — David McDonough’s Art Blog. Thought you might enjoy this!

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From the kinda cheesy to the kinda dirty, I love jokes. That said, here are a few art related ones I recently came across in a quick web search. Mostly cheesy. . ABOVE: Richard Prince, I Changed My Name, 1988, acrylic and silkscreen on canvas, 56 x 78.5 inches —— Q: What does a momma […]

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