Art Fest Midwest: This Weekend’s Event Of Choice
This weekend we’ll be doing “The Other Art Show” in Des Moines Iowa. This event runs along side of the city’s downtown art fair which is a big hoppla. Normally on this weekend we are in Omaha. But with all the crappy weather there I got a “bad feeling” when I was thinking of applying. SO to Des Moines I go.
The problem with doing this show is it has a taint to it. Many people tend to think of the downtown event as where the real artists are and this event is it’s ugly step sister. The truth is the downtown event is an originals only show and as you know I’ve no interest in taking my chances with that sort of event. This show, ranks quite high in the top 100 art fairs in the nation (though not as highly as the outside event.) The other thing I have heard so often about these two shows is that many folks go downtown to look but can’t afford to buy from the artists there. So then they come back to this event to buy.
Either way. It’s indoors which this time of year I am loving. So we’ll see how it goes.
So if anyone is in the neighborhood (and by neighborhood I mean the Varied Industries Building at the State Fair Grounds in Des Moines) stop by and continue helping me with my therapy.
UPDATED: Okay so I forgot to post this before we left so am doing it Saturday morning. It is currently raining and lightening so am feeling pretty good about being indoors this weekend. I’m tempted to drive by the outdoor festival and shout “neener-neener” at the poor souls sitting with their art out of doors.
Okay so no I’m not really tempted to do that. But the “thought” of doing it brings me a small satisfied smile to my face. In the end I think it’s supposed to be a very nice weekend. So ya’ll come out and attend shows.
Tags: artfairs
Belated Best of Luck in sales and weather to you, Mona. Don’t get the “therapy” reference, but I sure wish I could come and visit you there! Looking forward to your report!
Thanks Angela. The therapy thing was in reference to my talking about being weirded out by meeting my blog readers at art fairs. It happens more and more and still it throws me for a few minutes. You know like if I had just found out they were reading my diary or something. But of course that’s the point of a blog.
Last year I called it “therapy” whenever someone actually told me they did, because the more it happens, the less self-conscious I get when it happens again. Or that’s the theory anyway.