I drove the west-to-east length of Cape Cod today to take my pots and tent to Chase Park in Chatham for an early set-up for the weekend's Creative Arts Center's Festival of the Arts. Last summer was my first show in Chatham. It's a three-day event, with a couple of hundred vendors, many of whom come from around the eastern U.S. It's a big show with, in theory, lots of money spent. We'll see how that works out. Last year's was a disappointment to many people, though the North Carolina weaver on my left and the Maine painter on my right both did well. And I was reasonably happy with my results.
These shows are not my favorite thing. Lots of lugging pots from truck to tent, lots of lugging tent and tables. It's a lot of physical work, followed by many hours of smiling and greeting and explaining ("What would I do with this pot?") hoping people connect with what they see. Basically, I'd rather people to come to my studio and gallery, love my pots and walk away with a few. Of course ... we know how that goes. You gotta go to where the people are. Cranky? Yep. It was a long day.
The weather's predicted to be sunny and in the 80s. My tent (#77 in your program) is in the shade of a big maple, so I should be OK. I'll leave Friday morning at 6, get coffee and head down-Cape, unzip the tent and arrange the pots. At the end of the day, I'll make the hour-long drive west back to Falmouth for the night.
As I read this post, it's a bit of a snoozer. Nothing new to report. Even the pots in the photo are greenware cups that were fired last week and make their debut tomorrow in Chatham.
I know! I'll include a photo from last weekend's wedding of Mark Wirtanen and Terrie Reilly, two good friends from West Barnstable. I think I wrote that our softball team was to give the bride away. (Mark is a retired Radish power-hitter; Terrie was for many years the only fan who showed up at the games.)
They were married on a lovely Saturday evening, on an open piece of meadow that looks out onto Barnstable Harbor and Sandy Neck. The Radish players (that's the name of our team, The Radish) escorted Ms. Reilly down the dirt road to the tree where Mark waited. The repartee between the bride and her escorts is not to be repeated here. The simple ceremony was followed by raucous dancing, drinking, fine eating (clams, oysters, pizza, lamb ... ) and much laughter.
OK, enough for this post. Come visit me in Chatham, y'all.