Outdoor Shows

4/27/12: Talk about benign neglect. I have not forgotten art, though I have been hitting into the Occupy movement of late, as you can probably see when you open my blog most days. For several years before the movement came into being, I concentrated on writing. My first book is out now, but I don't have the energy to push my literary contribution. The only way I can see it as a bestseller is if I murder someone and get in the newspapers. It's a crazy world.
   The reason I am telling you this is that I see that many of you have been checking out this post. Though I have been involved with several appearances at outdoor (and indoor) venues, where I have done fairly well as a newly published author, my art work is restricted to posters and signs. Some are shared with groups who are good enough to stand out on the streets and try to educate people.
   Writing the book was fun. The cartoons I included helped scratch my creative itch. Now I still write little snippets, and buddy up with other writers at groups or mini courses. Next, I think I will sign up for a class in poetry. Not for it's own sake...it helps with the prose. Recently learned that scientists have discovered that written words about tactile, taste, olfactory senses, activity stimulate related cortical areas of the brain. Cool. Don't know where my instructor found this opinion piece. You can probably Google it to find Your Brain on Fiction by Annie Murphy Paul.
   
     On many Summer Sundays on the Cape, you can visit outdoor art shows.  I'm not talking flea market or those traveling truckloads of mass-produced-artwork extravaganzas.  
    The folks who display fine original works put in a ton of effort.  I did it for a few years.  It is a kick to sell something after hours at the easel, shopping for suitable frames, setting up on a lot and...waiting.  This is no way to make a living.  Yet, profits can go toward quality brushes, pigments, canvases, etc.  Most of the artists are notorious course-takers.  Sometimes, a sale pays for this skill sharpening.  
    The best part is that while hanging out out there, there is a wonderful sense of belonging.  Having moved to the Cape at the turn of the Century, I knew few people here.  While taking some courses at the Chatham
 Creative Arts Center, I heard of theYarmouth Art Guild.  I was a little apprehensive about joining, as I had run up against snoot here and there.  "This element is everywhere, so just ignore it," I said to myself.  I am so glad I did.  The folks at the YAG are great.  Really supportive.
    When I started showing my first summer, I had no rig.  There were no second-hand metal ones available at the time.  They can be broken down to fit your car.  Withstand the rain.  Are quite expensive.   Sharon and I put our heads together and came up with a wooden A frame.  (Sharon learned good carpentry skills from her father.)  We used 1x3" wood, which is actually 3/4x2 3/4" and was at the time lightweight enough for me to handle. We used plastic coated chicken wire, also not too heavy.  Anchored it with a staple gun.  Bought some small galvanised gate hinges.  Hung an exercise weight by a bungie cord to stabilize rig in the wind.  The A frame is good, as you can position it so the wind blows through it.  Placing a small American flag near one of the hinges helps show wind direction.   I used some drapery hooks to fasten the paintings on the rig.  Painted it with some left-over plum colored paint.  She was ready.  My rig and I did a several years out there.  SeeSpecs. You will see that I improved rig.  The turkey wire was obtained from a local feed and farm supply company.  It makes for a much nicer image for paintings (They hang straighter on squared off patern of fencing material.)  The removable pins are a blessing.  The two sides of the rig are heavier with the turkey wire, so you can carry to site one piece at a time.
    Sundays were O.K.  For a while I did Mondays too with another group, "The Brewster Monday Painters".  Some paintings that did not sell went into the "Sacrifice Sale" at the Creative Arts Center.  They are currently holding these sales twice a year.  I volunteered a time or two there.  People line up at the door before opening time.  It can get wild.  Like the old Filene's Basement!  
  • At present, I belong to four organizations.  If I do not avail myself of member rates for courses, nor enter in shows for a while, I still like to hang in there with these good groups.  Art is a blast.   

11/17/07 :
    This Thursday, I decided to pack up my paintings and bring a half-finished oil down to the local Senior Center.   I wanted to see some of my "Art Friends", as Sharon used to say.  It was good having their company.  The biggest bonus in getting together down there is the instructor.  She has a lifetime of knowledge behind her and is willing to share with us.  Thanks, J.  And thanks, Art Friends.

Below are some shots from the Taylor-Bray Farm Show.  Each year, they have a wool-spinning exhibit and sale and feature domestic animals (you never know what you'll see, Llamas, for instance).  There are always lambs, lambs,  lambs, lots of chickens and one happy rooster! 

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Last Spring, we were fortunate in that we could hang our Yarmouth Art Guild
paintings in the big barn.
On the lower level to the left, barn swallows fly in and out through the open doors.  In the background you can see a small portion of the tents that house spinning wheels and the barefoot women who show you how it's done.  Bought a beautiful warm hat there last year.  

2/20/08
: Good News. The festival next year is scheduled for June First.  We have been invited to participate.  Check with the Yarmouth Art Guild
when June is approaching.  We should have more details by Springtime.  Love those lambs.






You never know who will drop by the Taylor-Bray Farm.



 
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