Load thirty paintings in car (after untold paperwork with the broker to cross border with said 30 paintings). Hang around at the border with truck drivers while intimidating border guards poke at said paintings, have the entire car x-rayed!! Drive for hours and hours. Pick up rented panel walls and newly bought display tent on the way. Move 30 paintings and exhibiting gear into a bigger vehicle with the help of a kind gentleman. Arrive at Outdoor show, set up tent, walls, paintings. Looks fantastic! Arrive the next morning to find out the show is cancelled cause of rain and 40 mph gusts of wind. Take the entire show down in the rain and wind and wonder about the weather for two days. Set the whole show up again on Monday when all the people have gone home and wonder why I am an artist trying to peddle paintings?
I truly do love this life and there is no rational explanation for it! I lost money but never felt richer. I saw beautiful crashing waves in a multitude of different grays and changing light. Danced on the beach under a full moon with the man I love. Ate Flounder and Fluke with dear friends, held the newborn baby of same dear friends. Drank excellent bottles of wine. Ate lobster rolls and New England clam chowder. Met other crazy gypsy artist people and had a marvelous time fighting the wind and rain.
Unfortunately many artists had their tents twisted and bent by the wind, some even blew away but mine was the fabulous little "tent that could"!! Walt had helped me lash it securely and we battened down the hatches in such a way that it only had a little tear in one of the corners. While the tents on either side of us were gone when we finally returned on Monday to set up again in the sunshine for a day. My little tent stood there proudly all on it's own.