So I'll give a small recap of the last two months and I'll try a better attempt in keeping thins up to date.
First the Open Air Painting festival was a blast. I only went for one day and made three small pieces. As it was being held in a City that I know really well so there were spots that I have always wanted to paint.
I went to the gallery that was 'Festival Center', there I registered and got my participant card,my cap and a number 12 brush that I desperately needed. So for me it started as a good day. At first I decided to paint Town Hall. After spreading all my stuff around me I just zoned out the world around me. What makes it fun is that Town Hall is a big tourist attraction so a lot of people came by and ask me what I was doing. I explained and continued.
Than out of the blue, I was mixing colors to get the right shade of gray for the column's, this one woman leans over and just snaps at me. "That is not the proper color." Being insulted I snapped back. "Well it's also not your painting." The woman turned a very interesting shade of red and after an apologies from her husband I finished the piece.
By the other two locations it was more that the first spot was a busy tourist location so I kept getting questions about the statue behind me. Good thing I had paid attention. :)
The final spot was in front of some restaurants and there were some drunk students getting there blood alcohol content up to illegal levels. There were some very interesting things yelled at.
But the most adorable of the third location was that at a certain moment this, I believe two year old, kid walks up to me and says "My Daddy says you are a painter, I think you are an artist, who's right?" I couldn't help but smile. "Well although I'm painting right now the correct thing is to call me an artist as I am being artistic." The kid looks at me for a second nods then turns back to his father and yells over the plaza. "Daddy you are dumb, Painters are artist. So it's both, I won. Now I want my ice-cream." That will learn that parent never to bet with his child ever again.
Two days after that the Festival organizers held an auction for all the pieces that were unsold. As I work in acrylic and not in oil paint I knew the interest for my pieces would be less. Take in account that they are really small and I knew there was only a very small chance for them to be sold. What I also had not suspected is that even though I had clearly put my alias on the tag and paintings the organization had put my real name on the name-tags under them. You loose a lot of fun in things if the one thing you keep hearing is "Hey I thought that name belonged to that guy that paints those nature pieces?" mostly followed by a "Well the style's completely different don't think anybody will believe they are related. Pretty sad if you need to use a known name." I do not use that name!!! I just happen to have it, I also paint and I have my own Style. Deal with it.
So I took my mom to the auction, she was raised in that world so I knew she'd like it. We took our spot n a corner, watching the auctioneer go through the pieces and trying to get people interested in buying. My mom asked me why I hadn't invited my Best Friend to the event and I told her I hadn't thought she would have the time, but after I called she said she'd come right over. At a certain point while waiting for my friend to arrive, I told my mom that the worst part about them putting my real name under it was that most people would probably mispronounce my first name. I Had not yet finished saying that or the auctioneer leans towards one of my pieces and indeed says my name wrong. I thought that to be so funny I started to laugh out loud.
The man recognized my mother and asked her how her name was supposed to be pronounced, she pointed at me and said. "This idiots name is pronounced Like Jazzy not like Easy." The man felt so embarrassed that he decided to make it up to me by having me go around the crowd to show it to everybody. I hate having to do things like that.
Nobody bid, I think it was more because of the faces I was pulling than because of my work.
Once my piece was back on the wall and a small break was announced my friend arrived and of course the first thing my mom had to tell her was that.
The rest of the auction we joked about a bit, I told her about the pieces I really liked and she told me which pieces she thought were best. She introduced herself as my 'girl'friend to most people, I told her that I was a bit uncomfortable with people assuming that we were dating so I kept saying "We are just friends, she lives with her boyfriend." My friend has the tendency to claim everything what is usually fun, but not if you are trying to show yourself as a capable single adult.
That was it for the Painter festival I will do my best and add the other things later too.
