The Adventures and Misadventures of a Neer Do Well Artist Living in Baltimore.
I am a visual artist and writer living in Baltimore. I don't have any artist friends. Frankly, artists scare me, there so darn flaky. The above picture is either of me or proof that I'm a pretty decent artist. My goal is to be a self sufficient artist, whereas I wouldn't have to do something else in the day in order to eke out an existence. I also like to attend various cultural events around town. I go to plays, the symphony, etc. Also, I have Asperger's Syndrome. I found this out recently and it has explained a heck of a lot as to why I am as I am.
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Sunday, June 27, 2004
Saturday, June 19, 2004
Today was a day of retrieving artwork. I started off at The Creative Alliance. When I got there there was a woman in the storeroom where the other woman could not get too on account that there was a table in front of it. She told me I had to ask Jed Dodds to get the work for me. This was the first time that I put two and two together and discovered that the chubby white guy with the glasses was Jed Dodds! I’d seen this guy there a million times and just assumed he was an intern. Somehow I’d always pictured Jed Dodds as looking like Jed Clampett from the Beverly Hillbillies. I was expecting to see a man wearing a plaid shirt and dungarees held up by rope.
After I picked up my workfrom the Creative Alliance I headed back downtown where I stopped off at the Gallery. I bought a slice of pizza from Sbarro’s and a medium orange soda. It started to look dark and foreboding outside so I decided that I might as well head back home and pick up my artwork from the Carriage House.
While at the Gallery I bought the Dean Martin cd, Dino: The Essential Dean Martin. I also picked up Los Loney Boys latest self titled cd it was only 9.99. I contemplated getting Butterfly Boucher’s cd but I only know of one hit on that cd, “Another White Dash”. So maybe I’ll pick it up if she has another hit on it.
When I finally got to the door of the Carriage House it was closed. A dog was fiercely barking. I wasn’t sure if anyone was there or not. On the flier I got on the day that I dropped off my work they said that it would be open for pick ups from 12 to 6 I looked at my watch, it was 5:45. I wasn’t quiet sure what was going on. So I banged on the door a bit. Eventually Scotty emerged from the other side of the door. He pointed at me and said, “Gail? Right...” I thought this was kind of odd. So I slowly said, “Yeah.” He said that he was up stairs doing something and that he wasn’t expecting any more people to show up. After I got my stuff he looked banefully at all the posters gathered by the table and said that he hoped that they would sell. I was shocked to hear that he could be doubtful about anything. I was dumb founded. I couldn’t think of anything to say so I got my artwork and left.
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