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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Wednesday, March 29, 2006
When I came in a woman had two pieces up that she was working on. The pieces were very inventive and thought provoking.
After she had shown her work a man came up and put his pieces on the table. He was a poet and a photographer. He made a wonderful handmade book that contained his poetry and photos. He was very talented.
Next a woman came up that did felting. I wanted to ask her what felting was but I became afraid that I would start to stutter or that she would become cross with me. Everyone else seemed to know what felting was so I said nothing. To me felting appears to be some kind of a yarn work. The pieces she had up were very abstract and colourful.
Next an artist named George came up. I remember him from the Art Critique at last years members show. He is a senior citizen and his work has a strong linear feel to it. Seeing George gives me inspiration to continue on with my art. I hope to still be doing art when I am his age.
The last person to show his work was the bald man who I last saw a couple of years ago when the man with the funny foreign name that runs Artscape came to the Creative Alliance to give a talk about Artscape. This evening the bald guy brought in this absolutely breath takingly beautiful glass sculpture that he made.
Also there was a woman who suddenly became sick a little after I came in. I wonder if she left because she was suddenly ill like she said or if she left because of me. I have never seen her before so I do not think she would have anything against me personally.
One thing I noticed is that every artist that came up to show there work had a spiel or a story to tell as they were showing their work. I brought pieces with me to show but became afraid that I would begin to stutter or faint if I went up there to show them.
I am proud to report that I made it home in time to see who got kicked off of American Idol. So all in all it was not a bad night. I might just do it again next month. However, I will have to think of a story to tell as I show my work. I have about a month to rehearse and rewrite it. Hmmm, art critique as possible performance art......
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