Hit the Road, Hack
Tomorrow morning, I'll be driving a cargo van filled with my artwork, 1200 miles to Telluride, Colorado. This is to be a vendor at the "Blues n' Brews" Festival, for which I am proud to say I did this year's poster. That ought to garner me some extra attention and, hopefully, sales. It's a long drive, and I expect the weather at 9500 feet to be challenging with cool air and very possibly, rain. We shall see.
In the last four days, I've spent a lot of time matting my art reproductions, and I have to say it is enjoyable to look at this body of work I've created. The art is colorful, well drawn, fun and exciting. Lively stuff. Now, all I need to do is transfer those qualities to the manner in which I interact with people and I'll be in good shape. Make nice small talk with people who look at my art, ask them questions, chat, and have some fun with them. That's what I have to do, and enjoy it. Can I?
Upon driving the 1200 miles back, I will have two days to rest and then go on to the Monterey Jazz Festival. This one I didn't do the poster for, a major oversight on their part. I would do a great poster for them, and don't think I haven't brought that idea to their attention. They don't seem to be interested. Their loss. Big time.
At the same time, my Father's health is failing and I half expect a call to come in telling me he has passed away. I may just have to fold up my canopy, take my art down, and figure out the quickest way to go to a funeral in New Jersey. I hope he feels like he had a good life. It's too bad he and I didn't have better chemistry, I have lots of sadness about this relationship, but there's nothing I can do about it now, but go to lots of therapy.
In the last four days, I've spent a lot of time matting my art reproductions, and I have to say it is enjoyable to look at this body of work I've created. The art is colorful, well drawn, fun and exciting. Lively stuff. Now, all I need to do is transfer those qualities to the manner in which I interact with people and I'll be in good shape. Make nice small talk with people who look at my art, ask them questions, chat, and have some fun with them. That's what I have to do, and enjoy it. Can I?
Upon driving the 1200 miles back, I will have two days to rest and then go on to the Monterey Jazz Festival. This one I didn't do the poster for, a major oversight on their part. I would do a great poster for them, and don't think I haven't brought that idea to their attention. They don't seem to be interested. Their loss. Big time.
At the same time, my Father's health is failing and I half expect a call to come in telling me he has passed away. I may just have to fold up my canopy, take my art down, and figure out the quickest way to go to a funeral in New Jersey. I hope he feels like he had a good life. It's too bad he and I didn't have better chemistry, I have lots of sadness about this relationship, but there's nothing I can do about it now, but go to lots of therapy.
posted by Rich Sigberman at
6:12 PM
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