Our home base is, of course, Eugene, Oregon, and it's weekly Saturday Market. But in summertime, we branch out, visiting art fairs in Oregon and Washington.
Just how many varies from year to year; we've done as many as six or seven in some years. This year, we've pruned back our summer schedule a little. Part of this is by choice--after last year's stressful visit to Edmonds (the van broke down, high on a hill above the fair, on my way to load out), I just wan't up for the trip this year. Part was non-choice: with juried shows, you never know from year to year whether you're going to get in. This year Salem wait-listed us, as did Corvallis, although I must have been near the top of the list, as they just informed today that they've had a cancellation, and would I like a booth after all? Sure, I said, and sent off my booth fee this afternoon. As for Salem, I've decided to take advantage of an extra free weekend in July to try something completely--well, mostly--different. More on that in a little bit.
For now, this is what my summer schedule looks like:
June 28-30: UVAA Summer Arts Festival, Roseburg, Oregon.
July 4-6: Art and the Vineyard, Eugene, Oregon. Not a road show per se, but we won't have our own booth either. We'll be joining the show as part of the Club Mud group booth, and I'll be helping with sales and doing a demonstration sometime during the show.
August 2-4: Anacortes Arts Festival, Anacortes, Washington. My only Washington show this year.
August 17-18: Silverton Fine Arts Festival, Silverton, Oregon.
September 28-29: Corvallis Fall Festival, Corvallis, Oregon.
Boy, that seems a lot busier than I thought I was gonna be. Make sure to visit our Find Us page for show specifics: dates, times, booth numbers and addresses.
In the meantime, I'd better limber up. Summer's coming!
Last March, Denise and I took a trip to the Oregon coast to attend a printmaking workshop, learning mono-prints using Gelli Plates. It's a fun, easy process, quick to pick up, which is how I ended up offering to teach it to Denise's book arts group. Which somehow morphed into also teaching a class for the public at the Maude Kerns Arts Center.
They've recently re-opened their Printmaker's Studio, and a one-day Jelli Printing workshop seems tailor-made to spark interest in the facility. Details:
Gelli Print Workshop
Class ID #2569
Immerse yourself in an afternoon of printmaking! Create beautiful monoprints with a Gelli® Plate and water based ink. Using a variety of tools and easily accessible supplies, you can produce a myriad of textures and patterns. Learn the additive and subtractive methods, how to use pattern-making tools, stamps, stencils, and more. Gelli® Plate printing is loads of fun for everyone, from beginner to advanced. Have a blast and leave with a stack of one-of-a-kind hand-prints!
Sunday, July 21 1:00 - 5:00pm
Members $20 ~ Non-Members $35 ~ Materials fee $20
You can sign up online here.
I remember long summer evenings when I was a kid when our treat for the night was to pile in the car and go driving the backroads, watching for deer.
Not shining deer; that involved a moonless night, a small spotlight plugged into the cigarette lighter, and if you were being illegal about it, a rifle and a tarp to cover your poached venison. (I do not refer to the method of cooking.) We didn't do that.
No, we'd go out while still light, following the dirt roads past Rock Dam, or County I beyond Willard towards Fairchild, where alder thickets and swampland provided browse for white tails. Sometimes we'd see one or two, just a flash of eyes or tails in the headlights before they bounded off into the brush. Other times a whole herd would be out in a clearing, placidly grazing. If we were very lucky, we might see a doe with spotted fawn, or even twins. Dad would drive until it was too dark to see, then turn around and head home with a back seat full of drowsy kids.
As an adult, I realize that part of the appeal for my folks was cheap entertainment. No admission tickets, unlike movies. No concession stand, unlike the softball diamond. Just a carload of kids and a tank of gas, back when gas was still in the low two digits. (Not counting the little "9". What's with that, anyway?)
But I also appreciate the interest in wildlife that it instilled in me. Seeing deer, raccoon, the occasional porcupine, even bison if we were lucky (one neighbor had a game farm permit and a small herd) is an experience I treasure to this day. I even had a little flashback experience last winter, coming home from a meeting up near Brownsville. As we came around the last curve before the straightaway to I-5, the headlights picked up a herd grazing in the brush alongside the road. Not deer, though; elk. I wish my dad had been alive to see them.
I've been painting a lot of deer on pots this spring, mostly commemorative mugs for my upcoming class reunion. But I'm also painting a lot of fawns, on tall mugs, toddler bowls, dessert plates and bakers and pie dishes.
See if you can spot them.