i'm just about to sell out.
the lights didn't work when i came in this morning. i took
the momentary limping to run down to the shop and get the
local papers.
I'm thinking that if i stick around this county – allah
forbid – that i might live in this little town. hmmm.
I get rather excited when I see a notice that welcomes the
public down to the exhibtion i'm sitting in and the one
following that i've organized. yippee.
Man arrives to fix the lights. Sorted.
After a short while during which I have no recollection of
what I may have done. Phone calls?
Enter – man in green coat with shopping bags, reminds me of
the old men at my hometown church:
"Are there any pictures up stairs?"
"I'll come back…(and here I will tell you that I finished
his sentence with "…when there is something you'd like to
look at.")"
Exit – man in green coat with shopping bags, reminds me of
the old me at my hometown church.
I just want to come back, in July or August or whenever
there was another free week, take 4 days and hang up 10
slightly larger than A1 drawings. It would take me less than
7 days to make these drawings, without a doubt. I would
venture to guess, that if I advertised well. I would sell at
least one of them for somewhere between 100-300 quidsies. (I
have to write quidsies because there isn't a handy pound key
on my laptop.) So there it is, at once a personal challenge
and a public proposal. Everybody wins!! (Even though Mr.
Zerck is dancing in my ear again, holding up a hand drawn
sign stating "Sellout!" as cheerfully as blue smelly markers
can, his bushy eyebrows popping up and down.)
Enter – one of my favourite drawing students (whose actually
drawing skills are obscene – though I realize this is a
strange word to use – but his enthusiasm, actually that too
is in a constant state of decay, but he comes anyway…):
"I just parked across the street. It's great to see you in
here!"
"Well, if you are bored, I live here, I could come and
entertain."
Exit – one of my favourite drawing student (whose drawing
skills are obscene – though I realize this is a strange word
to use – but his enthusiasm, actually that too is in a
constant state of decay, but he comes anyway…).
And then I had to go to a meeting.
And when I came back, I was gearing up to go for a run on
the seafront so the time flew.
I could sleep in this gallery. I am more at home here than
in my house (and just as cold).
