HARVEST OF ART
2008
This year's FINE ART judge was very...well, should I say....elusive....Yes, that's the word for her. I looked for her...I know she was real, but I didn't actually see her until the end of judging. She did not engage me in ANY conversation....artistic or otherwise. ...did NOT introduce herself and I didn't see her place the sticker in my booth, though it magically appeared at some point. In fact, the FINE CRAFT judge spoke to me more than this woman. This is NOT just my broken ego talking here, either. It's okay that I didn't win, place or show this year. But I'm thinking that SOMETHING is wrong when Diane Becker, Fred Mannerino, Patty Ritter and Myself don't win ANYTHING! NOT even a simple HM for God's sake! NOTHING!!!!
Isabelle (Art League president) felt so bad for us that she made us each an award with tootsie roll pops and ribbons that Patty and I dubbed "THE SUCKER AWARDS". We are the Strong, the Few, the SUCKERS. And damn proud, I might add. Couldn't be in better company.
We did have some lookers in this dreadful economy...I sold a few prints, one small original and I got one commissioned portrait from the deal.... I also gained some invaluable knowledge about art shows and how to execute them from Paul, the Harvest of Art Extraordinaire. I learned a lot about what it takes to put on a show and how to get over one that is not quite up to the standards that the board feels they have set as an example. LOTS of fun shmoozing with other artists and meeting new art appreciators.
And did I mention that I was practically accosted by a man who fell in love with my pastel eye? Then he fell hard for my real eyes and he wound up spending way too much time in my personal space. Ah, well, it's nice to be appreciated.. ... EYE think!
WINDOW TO THE SOUL
MY BOOTH
VALDORA'S HANDIWORK
