It's nice to have artwork showing in two different counties in California, but that's child's play. God willing, my art will be shown in several counties throughout the nation. But I'm getting ahead of myself...let's just start with the two.
In the O.C.
While people are getting all spooky for Halloween, planning Thanksgiving menus and plotting their pre-holiday sales, I'm just here winding down the year's art obligations with my Tales of Apocalypto exhibition at the Fullerton Museum Center in Fullerton.
Tales of Apocalypto opened on October 4 and will show through November 16 in the James F. Ranii Gallery. I thank those who came to the opening in support of my continuing artistic journey and my fourth solo show. If you've not yet had a chance to check out the untamed and unapologetic artworks built around a doom and gloom theme, try to visit before the show comes to an end and the art comes down. In the words of the Fullerton Museum staff, "It's a cool collection of works and a really fun show to work with." But why take their word for it? Go check it out for yourselves!
The James F. Ranii Gallery in the Fullerton Museum Center is located at 301 N. Pomona Street, Fullerton, California. This little gem of a cultural center is also home to the Leo Fender gallery. Museum hours are Wed-Sun, noon - 4 pm (until 8:30 pm on Thurs).
In the I.E.
My last 'involved' art show of the season was for the Ontario Arts Festival in Ontario, CA, an annual showcase of artists, live music and food vendors. My fourth year of participation.
The weather was gorgeous on festival day which is always appreciated; one year it was unbearably hot and another year it rained so we're always thankful for clement weather. This year's festival also saw an increase in art vendors. A good thing for the event, but not such a good thing for us vendors who ended up in uncharted territory with our main traffic being freight trains that rushed by on the hour. Traffic was scarce at our end of the event. Likely because festival goers (that return year after year) were not quite aware of those of us dropped into the expanded section of outer Mongolia.
I'm not one who complains much so permit me this human moment. I was happy for the event organizers getting an influx of new vendors, and I know we can't all have booths 1-10, but gee whiz, you all could have organized some dancing clowns (I'd have been glad to volunteer), a unicycle rider, or someone walking around on 6 ft stilts to direct festival goers to the south forty. There's no way us redheaded stepchildren could compete with the complimentary beer and wine you all were handing out near the canopies of the chosen while we were shivering in Siberia. Where was the love, I ask ya? (Of course, I mentioned all this in the after-survey. This artist got a mouth and not afraid to use it).
All snark aside and all in good fun, I appreciate each opportunity (even those in Timbuktu) that propels me further on my creative journey. Every festival is a valuable lesson on how to organize, set up and tear down more efficiently, as well as how to manage inventory, figuring out what sells, what doesn't, and who I'm supposed to be selling to. I was also interviewed for the city's public access channel and noticed only a few select vendors got this opportunity. And last but certainly not least, I had a great time with friends and family who came from as far as Arizona and the Bay Area to support my efforts. That's called making chocolate milk out of lemonade.
Next month, my art will be part of one more group show at the La Habra Art Gallery for the La Habra Art Association member's judged show. This will then conclude my art obligations for year 2024 (that flew by way too fast).
So...what's next on the agenda? To rest, dear friends. Just rest.
Until next time.
For His glory
Commenti