May 1st I went over to Indio Senior Center and hung 21 paintings. Or more accurately, Nancy Vance, the community program administrator hung them after I opened boxes and set them out against the wall. And we put up the prices and signage and photographed the show. In 45 minutes. Talk about knowing what we’re doing!
Looking good!
And we had compliments before we’d finished.
…from the other direction…
The fastest hanger in the west, Nancy is going to put them on their facebook page.
Sometimes a little local knowledge can be vital.
Last Wednesday when we were setting up for the South West Art Festival in Indio, my booth neighbor from Utah, had stacked his boxes on the grass in the space between our booths. This fair is at the Polo Grounds and we have lush grass there. I’d not met Peter before but that’s no excuse to not be a good neighbor.
I suggested that he put tarps under his boxes, pointing out that the polo field was very well irrigated, plus we had had several days of great rain recently and might get dew. Yes, I know, dew in the desert seems like an oxymoron but it does happen! Peter decided to take my advice and while I was unloading and parking the truck piled his boxes into my space and tarped under his boxing area.
How wet can it possibly get in the desert???
Turned out to be a good call. On the Thursday morning when we were completing set-up, my boots were quite sodden walking around on the grass. If he had not tarped under them, those boxes would’ve been history.
I have a solo show at the Indio Senior Center for the month of November. You can drop by and see it even if you’re not a senior! It’s on the wall of the hallway to the left of the reception desk.
Nine paintings at the Indio Senior Center
From the other direction
Director Nancy Vance took a pic of me with them. Yaay, it’s cool enough now to be not wearing shorts and a tank top!
Lost and found!
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.
It didn’t rain at my house overnight on Saturday. However when I got to Indio, I found that there had been two hours of steady good rain there. Ugh. The city people had gotten there a little earlier and removed all the tarps to let the paintings dry. They needed to be dry before we could start on repair work, so we had a little time to commiserate between each other before we could start. Rafael’s painting – Lincoln, and Bijan’s painting (we think we read each others’ minds when we came up with such similar design ideas) had the most damage.
Some damage to the right hand corners and both hands that required a little rework. The throat dried out fine. The wash marks on the ocean wrist I just incorporated.
There were still puddles around 9:30am
Lincoln needed a nose job.
Bijan’s tarp leaked, causing a lot of damage on the neck and into the clouds.
Repair work done, just in time for the judging. Except that about 2 minutes before Kathy came by, a woman let her 3 year old run through the painting. Then yelled at me for chiding him!
The last competitor finished later in the day.
Amateur entries continued throughout the day, to the extent that there was so much judging for Kathy Dunham to do that the awards ceremony was about 40 minutes late. Here were the results in the professional category. The prizes were $2,500, $1,500 and $1,000.
1. Bijan Masoumpaneh
2. Rafael Valencia
3. Jeni Bate
The artist as part of the environment. 8’x8′, chalk on blacktop. (Photoshopped to be vertical, though you can possibly now see some of the foot damage.)
I awoke to a cloudy sky. There had been a forecast of possible overnight rain, and I had put a tarp over my painting, though it was not big enough and I could only tarp about 60% of the finished part. As I was starting to get ready to leave, it started to rain. There wasn’t any time in which to hurry any faster. It rained a little as I drove the 40 miles to Indio. When I got there, Mamun (the city planner) was walking out to the parking lot. He said to me ‘It rained hard here overnight, it’s a disaster, it’s all gone.’ $%&#$%^. Then he confessed he was joking. $%&#$%^, Mamun!
We did have some sprinkles during the day, much of the morning I had most of my work tarped, even under the canopy. It cleared up in the afternoon, though there is still a forecast of rain overnight. Here’s the progress.
Some clouds and a bit of space going in.
All the sky is done now.
Here come the clouds – in more ways than one.
I’m hiding it from the rain here, some is blowing in under the canopy.
Space is finished, now to add space objects.
All done except for those cracks I found I can fill with chalk easily
Some of the crowds, some of the clouds. It actually got a lot** busier than this, but I was busy at that time.
Totally finished. “The artist as part of the environment”. 8’x8′, chalk on blacktop.
Let’s go check out some of the competition.
Competitor 1
Competitor 2
Competitor 3
Competitor 4
Competitor 5
Competitor 6
Competitor 7
Competitor 8
Judging is at noon tomorrow, but we have to be done by 10am.
I’ll just post the pics to show the progress. It’s hard to type, my fingers are so sore and rough!
About 11am 350 fellow chalkers arrived from local schools. These are just a few of them.
One of the city photographers was kind enough to take a pic of me working on my phone.
The trees/fingers and veins/rivers are now complete.
Underpainting for the ocean.
Ocean/hand complete with waves rushing to shore/shoulder. I used one crack in the blacktop as the area behind a wave in order to minimize the impact. Couldn’t think of how to do anything with the others.
I started adding the hair/sky/space at the bottom, but then clouds came and I decided to take advantage and work on the top of the painting, as I can’t shade that part with the canopy.
Yellow on top, black/blue under and sore underneath that.
An inspector came by.
I decided to end the day by blocking in the transitions of the sunrise part of the hair as a guide for tomorrow.
I spent much of the day folded up on Miles Ave in Indio, wearing out my fingerprints, making my knees and hips sore, and straining my back. This is for a big competition. Well, big for me, anyway. I’ll let the pictures paint the thousand words as my fingers are sore from rubbing chalk into the blacktop.
Here we go!
Laying the grid to guide my outline
The outline
This is what it’s called
I look like Darth Vader at this point
Progress on the face
Face and neck mostly done
More corrections on the face. Being faceblind isn’t easy – I think** it kinda** looks like me, but I’m not sure.
The waterfall on the left of the face, and the sky in between
The field is in. I’m not entirely happy with this part and might rework it later.
Blocking in the left hand. OK, I’m done for the day.
There are indeed many many murals in the Coachella Valley. (6 traffic boxes are mine!) Here’s an invitation from the Palm Springs Life magazine to go looking for them.
Top clouds going in.
Well, didn’t think I’d finish today, but I did. Put in a full two hours, it’s easier to work when you know that some of the traffic that’s honking is honking at you in appreciation.
The north side…
And about every third person who stopped at the lights rolled down their window and said it looked great.
Getting down through the cobalt. (I didn’t run out after all.)
Another local artist who also does murals in a different context stopped by to chat.
It’s harder to photo this side as I’m shooting into the sun!
I did the top clouds lighter because it seems like they will fade darker anyway (comparing with photos of the original) and I knew the city planner was always a little unhappy at how dark the top came out.
Tah dah!
And now, the clean-up.
Skyscapes for the Soul - Jeni Bate 