From Art Fair to Animal Fair

 

Here I am, chillin' in my WTF Studio after a crazy time participating in Spring/Break Art Show. Hoo Boy! Tiring? Yes! I spent one day after visiting Spring/Break simply laying in bed recovering. I must have talked to a million and three artists and curators and gallerists and randos and friends... and everybody is looking for something (to quote The Eurythmics). Artists want shows and sales. Curators want shows and sales. Collectors (the few there are!) want bargains... But it was good clean, exhausting fun! Maybe do it all over again next year?

And here's a few things I saw- and really liked!

And...

And...

Hey! Those look familiar! Yep, that's my addition to the art fair. And they had a fabulous view out the window, up East 58th Street...

And we transition-

Here's me and Bob at the Durham Fair, picture taken by my sister Cathy. We had loads of fun. We ate, we saw odd chickens with fluffy heads, that scary Egyptian pharoah ride, lots of emus and alpacas! I still didn't get my fried dough- probably a good thing as it's not exactly health food! 

That's sister Cathy chowing down on a gyro at the fair. She begged me to take this picture as it was a sloppy (but delicious) mess and she entertained us with her table manners. We had pulled pork, rather sedate as opposed to her saucy sandwich roll!

As promised- and alpaca! Quite the charming personality on this one. Although I fell for a tall brown alpaca who made serious eye contact with me. He wouldn't let me photgraph him but he was quite the looker.

And emus? Did I promise emus:

These ones look two-headed from here! As we were enjoying the emu antics, a gentleman standing next to us remarked that emus are often raised for their meat; red meat in his words. We were happy when he moved off, as I'm sure the emus were. No one wants to be discussed as a potential meal while on display at the fair!

And, of course, a mandatory shot of the midway. (Not sure why it came out so dark as it was a pleasantly sunny day, with a light breeze and puffy clouds.) Also not sure why it doesn't look as packed as it was: REALLY crowded with so many willing victims. Willing to lose money on silly games with cheasy prizes and willing to throw up all that great fair food on terrifying rides that hurl you upside down and backwards. No thank you!

More Visions!

The dreams just kept coming! I had this equally detailed dream the next night that I was friends with a Marie Antoinette-type person; a totally debauched, teenaged wealthy and/or royally connected young woman. We were all dressed in the height of fashion (for the eighteenth century) with sumptuous velvet and embridered gowns- no! creations. We were laced and corsetted and draped and arranged such that we could barely move throughout the apartments, but boy were we dressed! The rooms in my dream were very tall- like 15 foot ceilings, but not wide across so that alot of the space was narrowly vertical. The walls and giant doorways were adorned as much as us: there were elaborate burgundy and pumpking colored tapestries and woodwork. It was like living in a wedding cake.
We were apparently bored and stoned and we were looking for trouble. We had brought goats and large birds (some kind of emus or ostriches) indoors and we watching them try to climb on the furniture, which we had piled up on top of each other. And on top of these piles of animals and chairs and tables, we had placed some children of the "hired help". We were making the children into lamps by forcing them to hold candles and light bulbs in theire hands and on their heads. It was pretty splendid and really terrible!