Our CANNashville Reception at the Mad Platter Restaurant in Nashville went swimmingly. Despite the hot weather and fact that is was a Sunday afternoon, there was a good-sized crowd. What’s more, they were inclined to purchase and a number of our works flew out the doors in no time! That’s me on the far right, by the way, in the red and white.
More pics here http://ow.ly/5CBLZ . It was a great day for us and for @Thistlefarms thanks to @TheMadPlatter
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So, it’s been a lovely holiday season so far and we’ve got an open house planned for New Year’s Day. One nearly major problem last night turned out to be less traumatic than it could have been, thanks to my beloved GeekHusband, David. We had a network crash, lost internet connection and then, when we got that up and running, it appears our primary network external hard drive lost everything. I store all my artwork files – photos, communications, administrative records, etc. etc., as well as our family photo archive (thousands of photos going back a couple of generations at least).
Fortunately, I’d made a backup of the “Moesse” files last month when we went to England and we found another external archival hard drive (yeah, geekspouse has a few), had most of the family photos too. And my Whitehall stuff is on another hard drive that didn’t die at all. So, with the exception of a few things, I think we are ok. Still, it was scary enough in the time it took us to locate lost files that we decided to set up a Carbonite account for mirroring ALL of our stuff off site. The $59 a year is well worth the peace of mind. In addition, you can be damn sure we’ll be burning old school DVD’s of all the pics and other data files to store offline too — just in case a cyber attack crushes the internet someday…
On another subject, my eyes are going wonky again and I don’t think I’ve had time to breathe let along be on the IPhone or use my eyes for fine detail work lately and yet, the eyes are losing focus again. Agh! In addition, I feel a huge amount of pressure because of sinus problems and wonder if that could be the cause of some of the eye problems?
Well, if that’s the worst of my problems, I should / do consider myself lucky…
Before meeting my D.C. collector, I spent some time at the beautiful downtown Nashville Public Library. So nice to see such a worthy place filled with inquisitive minds. To me, a library is one of the most worthy institutions to support. And as I did since I’ve started painting for real, I hit the art section. Among the seven books I checked out was a great, fun one called “Pre-Pop Warhol” by Jesse Kornbluth.
It’s a great book, even covered to suit Warhol in corrugated cardboard! But inside is a treasure trove of goodies from the pre-discovered Warhol when he was a commercial art machine. Literally! Unlike Van Gogh, whose “Diaries” I reflect upon here, whereas Vincent ernestly painted for the sake of painting, Warhol was all about the business of art.
From the time he entered the N.Y. advertising and publishing world, first with Harpers Bazaar then after only a short time, landing his longtime gig at Glamour. He took on far more work than he himself could complete but kept a stable of fellow artists busy at it, employing his initial sketches before working out simple, naive, irregular-lined stylings before he fine tuned the work to his satisfaction. Within a few short years in New York he went from sharing a cheap apartment with a college pal to a swish place uptown, supporting his mother and other family members along the way.
Andy had a knack for endearing people to him and outdid other artists and illustrators in New York in the traditional gift-giving area. Whereas most annual offerings that landed on the tables of magazine art and creative directors were bottles of booze and candies, Andy, after first catching everyones breath by presenting each with a custom-crafted gold rose from Tiffanies, In following years, he designed (and had coloring parties to add color to) hand-crafted books in quantities of 100-200 and presented them to his clients.
Some process information is included in this book but it is the pictures, more than anything else that will inspire. Great, enjoyable read and I’m tempted to buy one to keep on hand since I have to return this one to the library.