I'm one tired, happy little dude.
The show went so well.
Why?
Cause my peoples came out and brought the thunder.
Albie Rock and the Cucch flew in from New Hampshire,
Amy and Jaime came from Northampton, MA,
and there was introductions and high fives with my Minnesota folks.
Ryan, Rebecca, Casey, Adam, and Meryl showed up and got busy
with paint, cardboard, duct tape, and power tools.
A billion thanks to them,
without whom there would be no art show.
Especially Ryan.
No kidding.
Thanks to everyone who came to the two days of gallery hours,
and to Adam Hough for the photo taking the first night.
I also stole a photo or two from Molly's blog.
outside the gallery
amy and jaime in front of the nqns
the sexy intro/info table,
with so many good cookies made by amy.
(some of them were acorn shaped, of course)
the big book-shingled birdhouse downstairs
excuse, guys?
excuse me?
this is the Cucch.
he's EXPERT
this birdhouse-faced guy rocked the southeast corner pretty hard
dolls and birdhouses
dead bird oil paintings
to the right of the dead birds,
more dolls (89 displayed in total)
and the foresty corner
Rachel the harper.
so good
burnt up birdhouse
from the spat hot fire
trumpet-playing donkey
Friday night had an awesome turnout,
where as Saturday was slower, but still steady.
I am going to try and get all the best photos collected,
and I'll do up a little flickr page or something.
(i still haven't seen any photos from saturday)
I will also get real photos of the oil paintings I did.
There's two other animals playing instruments that I didn't get photos of
(not even funky-angled arty shots).
So much fun,
from the set up art-making
to the closing time vegan cheesecake eating.
I don't think I've ever laughed more in a week,
or cut so much cardboard.
Or stuffed my face so hard with food.
I'm not sure how it all really happened,
but it did.
It's all over, now.
The show is taken down,
spackled and painted over,
people are back to their respective time zones,
and it's back to work tomorrow.
Hope everyone had fun.
Stay loud and hard, folks.
never quiet, never soft
