|The latest, maybe not the greatest...|
|The latest, maybe not the greatest...|
|2017 was a busy year. Posted lots of drawings, and I had trouble whittling the mass down to these few.|
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First day, work day.
Having never done anything like this I was clueless about what to expect. Typical me, I over-prepared. I resurrected an unused drawing, planned every space and pastel stroke. Then bought pastel. Too much pastel. I had not a hint how much was required to fill the space and I’d rather have too much than the dreaded not enough.
Also knowing how fast I draw, I guessed at two entire days to finish this beast. Since the event was two days long, that worked quite nicely.
I arrived at the check in, was given the required swag (the necessary knee pad – I had already, brand new cap – I had one, water bottle – useful, some other debatable goodies, lunch voucher, and more pastels) then finally my space.
The volunteers were stunning, incredibly good, lots of help, whatever I needed was suddenly there.
Normally July in RWC is simply hot, HOT, HAWT, HAW-WTT!! Not this time, pleasant temps, no wind. Damn that fickle global warming!
With knee pads strapped on, I took a deep breath and dove in as the clock chimed 8 am. By 2 in the afternoon I was done.
I looked around and thought to myself, “Izzatall? Great Googly Moogly, that was way too quick.”
Now it wasn’t just a total blind rush. I talked with several other artists around me. And people kept approaching and chatting as I was drawing. Guess I must have been doing something right because whenever I mentioned about this being my first time, nobody believed me. They thought I was an old pro.
And I was dirty, way beyond filthy. A coal miner would be considered sterile compared to me. Remember the Peanuts character, “Pig Pen”? That was me. Y’know I’m not afraid of some mess, but this set new standards. Not the smartest of moves I was wearing a white t-shirt. During lunch I tried to eat finger food without touching it. Failed miserably.
Scorecard for the day: Lots of fun, lots of work, and very satisfying. Home for a very through shower and psyching myself for day two.
Day two, fun day.
In spite of washing my hands fourteen times, they’re still grey.
I’m onsite again. The weather had improved over yesterday. A bit cooler, but the weather guessers expected a touch of warming in the afternoon. Works for me.
I left most of the pastels in the car and had a short stepstool handy. The pastel was to repair any overnight damage (there wasn’t any), and the ladder helping me get a decent photo. Samsungs finest was totally overwhelmed.
Yesterday, the neighbor to my right had to leave early and only finished a quarter of her drawing. Yet this morning another good-sized portion was complete. She apparently had returned to spend more time on it.
My left neighbor hadn’t even made an appearance when I left yesterday. In the morning when I walked up more than three-quarters were complete. She arrived late and worked as much as she could. This morning she spent maybe another hour on her drawing and then split. Gone. Never saw her again.
My first thought was to try to stand near my drawing but guess that was intimidating. Nobody talked to me. Then I backed off hanging out near the curb watching. People seemed more comfortable with this. Several still saw me and wanted to talk.
Young kids instantly zeroed in on the Titans. They knew exactly what they were looking at. One ran over and started to dance. I swear to god he was doing the “Bootie Scootie”.
There were a surprising number of street artists. Participants had come from as far away as Los Angeles (er, that’s maybe a 6-hour drive). Some were screamingly good. They could’ve blown me out of the water and not even blinked.
A couple groups of my co-workers showed up. Yeah, I had told anybody who’d listen about this.
In the midst of all this my Mom arrived. She drove the 200 miles from northern California to visit my sister, and then meandered over to see me. We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering the event and chatting.
By now it was late afternoon. And to brutal, I had reached my limit of parades, pancake breakfasts, street fairs, fun runs, over worked patriotic tunes, and the general crush of people. Time to go. I snuck in some last-minute photos, bought some water, and ran for the hills.
Scorecard for the day: (sighs) not what I had hoped for. Next time, I’ll pace myself better. Even if the drawing doesn’t need anything, I’ll draw both days. People are more willing to engage when the artist is (well, at least pretending to be) drawing.
Originally I thought the drawings would be power washed off that night. But no! At 7:30 the next morning it was still there! The nerve of that car to park on MY drawing! Spleesch, I get no respect…
Thanks to Wolich22 for this portrait, and for letting me use it for my I.D.
Current Residence: San Francisco Bay Area
Favourite genre of music: rock
Favourite style of art: something that makes you think
Operating System: steel and flint
MP3 player of choice: CD's
Shell of choice: abalone
Skin of choice: tanned
Favourite cartoon character: How many guesses do you want?
Personal Quote: "Fear is the little mind killer. You panic you freeze, you freeze you crash"