One might think that the few days preceding this event always seems to be accompanied by the sound of thunder. It's just the collective groans of those who view it with dread or disdain - nothing much to worry about. It's likely that there will also be some resigned but civilized sighing - pay no attention to that either.
I, however, am one of those who loves the art fair(s) so today I'm thrilled that this version of commercial chaos has commenced. Now, talk to me about the tumult and turmoil of the football season, and then I can be counted as one of the grumblies, but this week I'm delighted. As tradition would have it, the weather is way too uncomfortable to make enjoyment of the fairs an easy pleasure so I intend to make several excursions so I can browse unhurriedly.
Wrapped in Love
I was catching up with a friend who hasn't attended since her solo excursion in 2002. She is an artist herself of great warmth who could undoubtedly appreciate technique and form in a much more informed way than I can so she is going to get updates from the field, so to speak.
Halo of Love
Who was the first artist I had the honor of meeting this year? He was an absolute charmer - Terry Ferguson of Stone Carvina.
More fun and more exploring and hopefully
better weather and another update tomorrow!
