Wendi La Fey took these shots of me in my corner at Studio 36 White Street before the event began.
I took my two newest paintings and a big assortment of prints and cards. The most popular item this time was prints, framed and unframed, of a painting I did a couple years ago called rat-a-tat-tat, of a wrought iron railing in downtown Eureka Springs.
This is Wendi in her corner of the adjoining room. Wendi and her work can be found at the Hummingbird Gallery on Main St,where her husband, Robert Beauford, creates jewelry from fallen stars, ancient coins, and other objects of delight.
Kurtz Miller is best known as the Scrimshaw Man. I spent some time with him in his studio at the Art Colony last weekend and heard good stories, got a demo of the dental drill with which he works, and best of all, laid my hands on a piece of a wooly mammoth! Kurtz explained that as more of the land thaws in Alaska, treasures like mammoth tusks and walrus teeth are being recovered in greater quantities.
This sculpture, believe it or not, was created with found objects. Another talented member of the Art Colony, Maureen, encounters treasures where others see trash. The bottom of a shampoo bottle is the perfect iris for an eye! Drop by her studio to have your notions of the origins of beauty turned inside out.
Carol Stevens was the guest of honor at Studio 36 White street, although her sister, painter Jerri Stevens, worked so hard to host us all and did such a fine job, that we probably all felt like the guest of honor. I know I did. Anyway, Carol flew in from San Francisco the night before the White Street Walk with a suitcase full of amazing photographs. I was fortunate to purchase one of only ten of the coolest streetcar shots ever. I’ll have to scan it in and show you sometime. It looks like a toy, although the mood is a bit eerie. It has a fuzzy quality and strange round aura feel or something I can’t quite describe. The shot is taken from above with some sort of special lens thingy I did not understand enough about to remember what it is called. Carol’s great fun to have in town and she confessed to me after the full moon drum circle last night, that what she worships is film. Carol and digital photographs shall not meet. This girl’s the real deal.
Yea!, The people started pouring in right at 4:00. These artsy looking girls from a nearby town were our very first guests. Needless to say, they love my art and they wish they lived in Eureka. Doesn’t everyone?
There is so much talent and goodness missing from this entry! Several truly fine artists and people were set up right by me, but somehow not around during my few minutes of shooting. Not to worry, you can catch them all at the Art Colony. I also did not get around to taking shots of the folks set up outside, missing Fran Carlin, mosaic artist extraordinaire, and her friend who makes amazing jewelry out of balls of cat hair. I can’t remember her name, but I hack whenever I think of her.
To truly give you a feel of life around here, I would have also included, Jerri and Carol’s father, BeanCan, with his cigar, perpetual appetite, plastic wrap phobia, and “stories”. What a hoot! Also the tragically hip, tattooed lady with newly-longer-and-curly gorgeous hair, Gayla, who served our drinks and snacks throughout the evening. She is a good friend and a good balance between personal pleasure and maternal responsibility. Love that gal and thank dog there wasn’t a punk concert up against us that night!
The real tragedy of this post is that there is not a single shot of our camera shy hostess, Jerri Stevens. Actually, Jerri worked so hard to make sure everyone had all they needed to be set up and ready to sell and that our guests were served well in the kitchen, that I just could not pin her down for a second before the crowds poured in and made it impossible to get a shot at her, I mean, OF her. I got some super goofy shots of her at our after-party, though, and I’ll make another entry about those shennigans another day. Shennanigans, good word.
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