I've been frantically getting my art ready for my art show at the Willimantic Food Co-Op which spans the month of April. I signed up last year and I haven't shown any work since like 1982 or so.
I can't say that I'm nervous but there is an excitement about putting your stuff out into the public domain. I delivered a dozen pieces Monday and they were up today and look great. They just fill up the Cafe space beautifully and I checked it all out because I happen to really believe that two or three of the pieces are significant.
Monday I spontaneously put together an poster spontaneously to advertise with and today I put together an information sheet.
Now, Monday night I took a couple of copies of the poster to the Mansfield Community Center to stick up somewhere. So I gave it to the people at the desk and they said that they have a magazine turnstile that they'd stick it into if approved!
I kind of rolled my eyes and shook my head, "Okay." What can you do. And you already know what's coming so before we get there let me back up a bit.
Months ago I also submitted a request to the Mansfield Community Center to arrange a show there as well and thereafter I got back a strange little email saying they wanted to see some samples to be sure I wasn't going to display "macaroni" art.
I submitted a few jpegs of stuff I had laying around to prove my art wasn't made of macaroni. All the while, in the back of my mind, I was thinking about creating the best damned macaroni sculpture the world has ever seen (my wife is Italian, I'm sure we can do this).
Nothing happened for a long time and then last month the Community Center suddenly wanted a portfolio probably because of this.
I hope this doesn't sound judgmental but by now I'm thinking to myself, "Geee-zeus Ker-rye-st, how many freakin' artists can there be in the area - they must be trying to drive us out!" I'm fifty-odd years old, serve on the school board, exercise every day, and they think I'm making this stuff up. My brain was speechless.
But I had bigger fish to fry because the Co-Op show was closing in fast.
So Monday night, after handing them my poster I took some consolation in the fact that I could PROVE I was an artist. "See this poster - well take that - that ain't macaroni!"
So tonight the phone rings and I'm hoping it's a new contract but instead it's the Community Center desk-person.
We can't put your poster in the community room.
You're out of the area.
Oh, your show is in Willimantic and the Community Center services Storrs and Mansfield.
But I'm a member, I'm from Ashford...
Yes, but the show is in Willimantic...
Could you please give the poster to the Art evaluation committee? They asked to see my work and this is a great opportunity for them to see it.
Um, okay, but they are used to getting the art delivered to them.
You can't make it up.