Nobody told me there'd be daze like this
The MontereyJazz Festival was the last one I had scheduled for myself this season, and it went well, thank goodness. After two poor ones in a row, it would have been tough to suffer through another, but the sales were good, the atmosphere mellow, and the music (from what I could hear) at a high level. My art was well received, and the fact that I was working on a very fine jazz themed picture in front of anyone who wanted to watch didn't hurt.
I packed up the show and left there just after midnight and then drove the 2.5 hours home, tired but alert enough to hold my lane. Today is a recovery day in every way, mostly physically. I am hopeful that the show will have some "legs" for me, and that some of the people I met will turn out to have interesting art jobs to collaborate with me on. We shall see. One guy from Australia wants to record my whistling!! One guy from Florida said he had a sort of alter-ego that he wanted me to do some illustrations for .
I did manage to find the time to buy my Pamelaa nice shawl from Brazil, and for myself two four-CD Proper boxed sets complete with their very nicely put together 48 page booklets. So, I got my treats. I also bought myself a hat that Pam refuses to let me wear, bursting out in laughter when she saw me in it.
When I get some more rest, I wll proceed to the reorganization and follow up work that usually comes with the end of an active festival. Right now I have two framed pieces that sold to send to a nice, humorous couple in Ithaca, New York. Putting objects back where they belong is another priority, and I'm trying to do that every day so I don't spend so much time looking for elusive things, a habit that has plauged me since childhood. We are all train-able!
The piece I wa working on is a remake of "Clarinet-itu" and it is lovlingly painted, down the the wrinkles ont he fingers of the drummer's hands, and the highlights on his fingernails. Also, the color value ahs been fine-tuned very well, with lots of love and time. I guess that's the only way to do things, and for certain the only way to make great art.
I packed up the show and left there just after midnight and then drove the 2.5 hours home, tired but alert enough to hold my lane. Today is a recovery day in every way, mostly physically. I am hopeful that the show will have some "legs" for me, and that some of the people I met will turn out to have interesting art jobs to collaborate with me on. We shall see. One guy from Australia wants to record my whistling!! One guy from Florida said he had a sort of alter-ego that he wanted me to do some illustrations for .
I did manage to find the time to buy my Pamelaa nice shawl from Brazil, and for myself two four-CD Proper boxed sets complete with their very nicely put together 48 page booklets. So, I got my treats. I also bought myself a hat that Pam refuses to let me wear, bursting out in laughter when she saw me in it.
When I get some more rest, I wll proceed to the reorganization and follow up work that usually comes with the end of an active festival. Right now I have two framed pieces that sold to send to a nice, humorous couple in Ithaca, New York. Putting objects back where they belong is another priority, and I'm trying to do that every day so I don't spend so much time looking for elusive things, a habit that has plauged me since childhood. We are all train-able!
The piece I wa working on is a remake of "Clarinet-itu" and it is lovlingly painted, down the the wrinkles ont he fingers of the drummer's hands, and the highlights on his fingernails. Also, the color value ahs been fine-tuned very well, with lots of love and time. I guess that's the only way to do things, and for certain the only way to make great art.
posted by Rich Sigberman at
10:52 AM
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