55+ show

Having gotten to the point in life where I can order from the senior menu, I was eligible to enter the 55+ show “Visions: A gathering of Elders”, and this was it turned out the last time I was able to go to a gathering before the world imploded.  True that people were observing precautions such as elbow bumps vs. handshakes, but otherwise it seems that the elder wisdom was the same as for having a bad cold.  Don’t cough on people, and go home and feel sorry for yourself for two weeks.

Otherwise it was a normal art show.  This was hosted at the Walter N. Marks art gallery at UC Riverside Palm Desert.

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I recognized the work of Gary Borgstedt – far right – though I didn’t see him at the opening.

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Diane Morgan was also there, she too had a painting in the show.

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That scuplture in the middle was very intersting.

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One of the two fabric entries

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Intersection of the virtual and real worlds.

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Such a variety of mediums, subjects and styles with an open-themed show.

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I think I had the physically smallest entry in the show.

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This lamp was my second favorite entry.

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The orange Bee painting to the right of the door is Diane’s.

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Donna Miller-Haggerty and I took pics of each other in front of our paintings.

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And this one was my absolute favorite.  So sorry, don’t remember the artist’s name at this point. 

 

Tales from the field #32

Tomorrow is Black Friday and I’m a retailer so I’ll be at a show in Palm Springs.  Today is Thanksgiving so I wanted to find something to be thankful for:

Silverado on a flooded street

The flood got deeper as I continued the setup

This Thanksgiving I am thankful that:

  • the rain I set up my tent in was merely heavy rain and not freezing
  • that it wasn’t windy so I could put the walls up without having to put the weights on first
  • that my booth is on a well drained grassy slope
  • that my truck was ignored by Palm Springs finest, alongside the red curb and half in a flood, with the park anywhere lights on
  • that my truck has a heater because I was soaked from my head to my hips and my feet to my thighs
  • that my truck was able to navigate the floods along Ramon Road
  • that there weren’t any crazy fast drivers who caused a crash on the freeway
  • that I decided to go for this wet setup so I don’t have to get up at 4 am to set up tomorrow
  • that I am writing this listening to the rain on my roof while a turkey cooks

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….

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What do I need a box for? Oh, wait…..

Monthly Newsletter.

Here’s the skyscapes news for March.

Monthly newsletter

Having been doing a lot of catch up (to where I should’ve been if I’d never gone) after returning, I forgot to put up a link to my Monthly Newsletter yesterday.  So now you’re back at the office/gotten over the hangover, you can read it.

Sonnet Challenge #26

Sometimes I think poets go through all the circumstances themselves so they can write about things from a personal perspective.

Inside Prejudice

Outside of prejudice, a place that’s learned
like old wives’ tales, absorbed at parent’s knee
to recognize the ones that should be spurned,
no why, just that’s the way that it should be.
Inside of prejudice, that face is turned,
for reasons I can’t fathom, away from me,
til whispers, giggles stop when I get near
and conversation turns to other things.
I know I am the joke I cannot hear
and my imagination then takes wings
and rises on the heat of latent fear,
the wind that is despair, and all it brings.
Outside of prejudice can see no wrong.
Inside of prejudice I don’t belong.

Veteran Arts Start-up

One of the galleries I work with, Vanguard Gallery in Moreno Valley, is on a mission to create a Veteran Artists Cooperative.  Rick’s ultimate hope is to create a Museum of Veteran Art in Southern California – but the cooperative is a good place to start.  It would be wonderful if you feel you can contribute a few dollars to the project.  Or if you are willing to share this to others who might.

Veteran Voice Project.