Fur In The Paint

So we are back from Davenport Iowa. Riverssance Art Festival is located along the gorgeous Mississippi River. (you can see just a little in the photo) Anyone wanting to see the Perks and Problems with this event should read last years post on Riverrssance.

It has taken me a little longer than usual to get back to the blog. After an event I usually have a slew of emails that need addressing. The gallery also is still receiving far more visitors (both planned and unplanned) than I’m used too. Plus, as we are into our 4th week of non-stop events, I think I’m slowing down some.

. . . and nothing is more kick-in-the-butt-fun than carting out 1500 pounds of product . . . about a half block . . . on sodden grass . . . in a downpour.

The sales were quite good on Saturday. Almost like the old days, when people were excited about buying and often had to stand in line to do so. While no one stood in line last weekend the sales were steady. After a great Saturday I had high hopes for Sunday, as it wasn’t supposed to rain until late night.

Yeah, you guessed it. It was cold and rained off and on all day until around 3 when it rained in earnest. Just the threat of rain kept most folks away because this event has a gate fee so no one really wanted to spend the money in case all those ominous clouds opened up. So when it did really rain, we all ran for our vehicles and packed up early. This event won’t allow cars into the park if the rain is too heavy and nothing is more kick-in-the-butt-fun than carting out 1500 pounds of product . . . about a half block . . . on sodden grass . . . in a downpour.

Oh, the sense of humor part. Well quite literally when everyone was almost done. . . the clouds parted and the sun came out (insert angelic chorus here) and everything was all warm and glowy. (sigh.)

Artists are a superstitious bunch.
Weather is always a topic of interest at art fairs. There is nothing that gets a group of artists more panicky than to tell them bad weather is about to happen. It’s no fun packing up wet.

That’s right Bob, I blame you for the downpour due to your hubris at going canopy-less this weekend!

Even within my closest neighbors, there was much talk about bad weather juju because of something they did or did not do. My neighbor behind said when she took down her tent sides (you know because it was guaranteed not to rain that day) that if it did rain it was because she was tempting the fates but removing her side tarps.

My neighbor to my right said he brought his umbrella so now “it definitely wasn’t going to rain.”

And my neighbor to my left . . . well he was a potter who cared so little about the weather, he didn’t even have a canopy. Plus he swore the radar showed nothing. That’s right Bob, I blame you for the downpour due to your hubris at going canopy-less this weekend! So my other neighbors can rest easy because I am pretty sure it was all Bobs fault!

Updated
You know now that I think about it, there was some talk (up the row) of doing a rain dance. C’mon people! A rain dance is for making it rain! What were you thinking!

So . . . um . . . sorry Bob. But the good news is your totally off the hook for it. So . . . Um . . . your welcome.

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