Posts Tagged ‘Bethesda Row Art Festival


Hard Time on Beth Row

bothesda2Don’t worry, I’m not going to make you look at another picture of the booth.  Because, although Phil took several photos at the Bethesda Row Arts Festival last weekend, I don’t want to see them.  You don’t want to see them either.  The artist in those pictures is NOT happy.

Yup, the Bethesda Row Arts Festival was so awful, we started calling it “Beth Row”.  We knew we were in trouble when it started raining on the drive up Friday night and NEVER STOPPED UNTIL SUNDAY.  Setting up Saturday morning was further complicated by the fact that the organizers had put down chalk marks to map out the booth spaces the night before (yes, in the rain) and then surprise!  The chalk marks washed away!  Who’d have thunk it?   No one knew where their booth was, a problem that was only mitigated by the many empty spaces left by artists who were too smart to show up.  Mercifully, our set-up went more smoothly than at St. Louis, due largely to our vast amount of experience (hah!), and the fact that we rented a cargo van so that we wouldn’t have to try and reassemble the display units in the early morning cold and dark.

Did I mention the cold?  The temperature never rose above 44 degrees the whole weekend.  Throw in pants and shoes that never dried out on Saturday, and opening day sales that wouldn’t cover the emergency room visit I was sure I was going to need to treat my hypothermia, and you have a snapshot of one of the worst days of my life.

Fortunately, Sunday was a little better.  The rain (mostly) stopped, and although it was still cold,  overcast and windy, we were kept warm by the love of the brave souls who came to check out the art, and even burned a few calories ringing up sales and wrapping up Fobots.  Not as ecstatic a buying frenzy as St. Louis, but at least not a total loss.

And there were some bright spots.  The people were nice, if a little reluctant to take their frozen fingers out of their gloves to extract a credit card from their wallet.  The children were well-behaved and delightful.  I believe every single person we spoke with personally apologized for the weather, thanked us for coming out in it, and promised that it was NEVER like this in mid-October.   Then there was the father and two young boys who so enjoyed seeing the bots that they came back later and performed a skit about frogs for us.  And god bless the woman who, seeing how badly I was shivering, gave me her disposable hand warmers.  I’d still rather have been home in front of the fire and a bottle of tequila, but on the whole, it could have been worse.  But not by much.

So instead of a picture of me shivering so hard that my image is a blur, I leave you with a Fobot I made specially for the show; “Bothesda”.  Notice the “Maryland Club” tin.  And since his bag reminded me of a doctor’s bag, let’s make that “Boththesda, MD”. 

Of course, since he didn’t sell, I think I’ll change his name.  Any suggestions?


Now THAT’S a Booth Shot

Are you tired of all the pictures of our Fobot booth?  No?  Really?  Oh, you’re just being nice.  But what I am about to show you is officially the BEST BOOTH SHOT EVER.  Here’s what happened…

After St. Louis, we spent a lot of time evaluating what we did wrong (wobbly pedestals on uneven ground + small children = disaster).  Ok, maybe not a LOT of time.  Our next show in Bethesda, Maryland, is only a week away now.  But we came up with a display unit design that proved to be cool looking, easy to assemble and break down, and solid as a rock.  And then, of course, we needed to set the whole thing up again, tent and all, so I could get a picture for upcoming show applications.  That’s a helluva lot of work for one photo, but art fair juries are extremely competitive, and I’ve been reading a lot lately regarding the importance of having a good booth shot.  Something accurate, something that shows your work to  advantage, but something artistic and eye-catching as well.  I did a lot of research, and one thing that I noticed was that nobody had any shots taken at night.  Hmmm, how much extra work would it be to set up the lights as well?

So last Monday, we went to work.  Funny how much easier and less stressful it is to set up when the clock’s not ticking.  Got it all up early enough to take plenty of daylight shots in case the night-time plan wasn’t feasible.  And then we waited for dark.  And waited.  Neighbors wandered by, wondering if gypsies had encamped on our friend’s parking pad.  The wind started picking up.  Clouds started rolling in.  Just a little longer, it’s still not dark enough yet.  Rumbles of thunder and lightning getting closer.  Closer.  Finally, Phil said “We’ve got to get out of here before Armegeddon starts”.  Just a few more pictures, please? 

And that’s how we got this:apps-booth


I Saw the President

Before you get too excited, I didn’t see him up close.  We didn’t have a beer.  He didn’t ask for my opinions on health care reform.  But I’m still pretty excited.

President Obama had one of his town hall meetings at the high school two blocks from our house.  I’d have given anything to attend (well, not anything, scalpers were selling free tickets on Craigslist for a few hundred, but that’s just wrong), but the tickets were gone before I even knew he was coming.  So I had to content myself with walking Ozzie up to the school in the hopes of catching a glimpse, and praying the motorcade wouldn’t drive in the back way.

Unfortunately, we had to walk past the usual contingents of protesters, insisting that the world would come to an end and communists would rule the earth if the health care reform bill was passed.  Note to protesters–a society is judged by the way it treats its least fortunate members.  But I digress.  Not five minutes after we arrived, we heard the roar of motorcycles down the street, affirming that we had, indeed, picked the correct corner.  And suddenly, there he was, smiling and waving from the back seat of his car.  Right at me.   And then…gone.  Put me in a terriffic, uplifted, inspired mood for the rest of the day, though.

robama2And what does this girl do when she’s been inspired?  She goes home and makes a Fobot, of course!  Meet the Fobot of the Week, “Robama”.  Pool ball, denture powder tin (no special significance there…except that it’s “HOPE” brand!),  sash lock, ignition wrenches, clock parts, hydraulic fittings and buttonhole templates.  Oh, and the scroll in his hand?  It’s the constitution.  Or maybe a health care reform bill. 

Robama will not be coming to the St. Louis Art Fair.  Why, you ask?  Because he’s coming to the Bethesda Row Art Festival  in Bethesda, Maryland, outside of Washington DC.  Just found out that we’ll be exhibiting there October 18-19, and I’m thinking he’ll find a home with a nice political family.  Wouldn’t it  be awesome if that home had two little girls and a dog named Bo, too?

October 2021

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